Bean there, got the addiction

Two things you should already know about me: I’m easily pleased and I love coffee. One of the best days of my London working life was when I heard that they were putting in a Starbucks 100 yards from the office. Today I have experienced similar levels of elation in learning that our soon to be expanded Tesco is getting a Costa Coffee. However this all pales into comparison when compared to the nirvana enjoyed by a friend of my mother in the south of France. She spends her time driving round markets in the sunny Languedoc in her dedicated coffee wagon, complete with crazy all over bean graphics, the finest Italian roasts and a shiny beast of a Gaggia espresso machine that you’d make a Faustian pact to possess. As the local French brews can be a bit rough, when we go down in ten days’ time, we will no doubt be frequenting said wagon. Hell, we’ll probably steal it...

Here's my soul now gimme...