It would appear that I’ve turned into a bit of a coffee snob.
I can only blame it on years of early starts on the radio and the big coffee filter machine we had at work, which we used to fill to the brim each morning.
The coffee it produced was so strong we called it ‘filth’ and after a couple of cups, we’d be bouncing off the ceiling.
Needless to say, after the show finished at 10am, we’d all crash and fall asleep in the office.
Today I have a grand total of five different ways to make coffee at home, much to my wife’s despair.
My snobbery now is so bad that I’ll turn down the offer of instant coffee for a cup of tea instead.