Karmic Cuppa

“Have I actually got TIME for a cappuccino?” I tentatively ask, out here in Trew Era Café’s backyard, where I have only just (breathlessly) arrived. The Blessed Gary has just stuck his head out through the back-door to ask whether we need anything. “Yeah – you’ve got time” he replies, disappearing back indoors. It’s Sunday,… Continue reading Karmic Cuppa

Cosmic Cappuccino

“What was the wedding like?” This question is not directed at me. It’s a random snippet of conversation that has somehow succeeded in sliding its way out from underneath Hoxton ‘Trew Era’ Café’s firmly closed back-door, to emerge here in the back-yard, where there are five of us poised and ready to immerse ourselves in this… Continue reading Cosmic Cappuccino