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

DANCING IN THE STREET

“I’ve never smiled so much” says a rather striking-looking young Asian lady who’s just appeared at my side and started stepping stride-by-stride to the beat of mystical mantra music that’s melodiously buoying us into bustling Leicester Square this Saturday evening. But, as dusk falls around us, it’s the radiance of the girl’s whole countenance, rather than the… Continue reading DANCING IN THE STREET