There’s something about the froth on a cappucino. I can’t quite explain what it is. Comforting and continental in a cup..perhaps! I had little idea about coffee until my first trip out of the UK, when I was probabaly about twelve, and the "twist" was all the rage. We stayed in a boarding house in Ostend, where the smell of coffee wafted provocatively upstairs at breakfast time…I thought I’d just encountered another universe…and I had..in a manner of speaking…An entire universe…contained in a coffee cup.
