“I never laugh until I’ve had my coffee” – Clark Gable
Something that bugs me about the Wirral is its severe lack of decent and funky independent places for a good cup of coffee. There’s a few grubby Costa and Starbucks dotted around but I absolutely loathe visiting them. Seriously, they bug the life out of me, no one ever seems to delegate in those joints, there’ll be 5 behind the counter fighting over themselves to serve whilst the tables are piled high with used mugs and plates. I mean, who wants to sit at a sticky table, knee deep in crumbs with a Mug the size of St John’s Beacon complete with spilt coffee stains dripping down the sides? I’d much rather enjoy an aromatic cup at a place where people really take their time and effort to make my daily dose of caffeine! After all, aside from a slight partiality to Eastenders, Towie and Peanut Butter it really is my only vice!