Why we love our coffee

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Frank Sinatra sang ‘There’s an awful lot of coffee in Brazil.’

Go to Washington Galleries and you’ll see an awful lot there.

Every day the main square is packed with coffee drinkers. Last time I counted, there were eight outlets selling this disgusting liquid. I’d rather drink dishwater.

55 million cups are consumed in Britain every day (I’ve counted them too). Yet we are living in an age of austerity, allegedly. People are struggling or just about managing, supposedly. But I look around and see them fritter away with dosh on coffee. Have you seen the price of a latte or cappucino?

I go to the pub and have to wait while coffee addicts get served. Who on earth goes to a pub for coffee? The world’s turned upside down.

Old ladies with triple-lock pensions squander the taxpayer’s largesse knocking back espressos. No wonder the Tory manifesto wanted to take their perks away.

I doubt if there’s much poverty about. Real poverty, like in the Great Depression. I can’t imagine Grandma sitting drinking coffee all day. In that era women spent their time on useful tasks like scrubbing doorsteps or darning socks.

But it’s not just the women. Why aren’t all the male coffee drinkers at work? The economy needs growth to pay for the NHS and public services. Productivity is too low. British men need to get of their lazy backsides and get to work.

C J Napier,

Washington