), I lamented the lack of a proper Coffee shop in the village. Those lamentations, having probably travelled around the globe, are now about to bear fruit.On Monday 3rd Jan. the sleepy village of Gatley, in the Principality of Stockport, gets it very own, bona fide, purpose built, dedicated Coffee Shop! http://wearecoffeefix.com/
This afternoon, I accosted the lady proprietor of CoffeeFix: the comely, fetching, Claira, and put to her, a few pertinent questions.
“Is Coffee Fix a WiFi hot spot?”
“In the process of being set up…as we speak!”
“Ahh ah! I’m impressed. Things are looking good.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Tell me.” I said, “What is your attitude towards…writers say, who may see CoffeeFix as an interesting place to write in, an inspirational location, a place to observe life, watch people? How would you feel if a writer came in at 9am and worked till 1pm, having bought only one cup of coffee?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On who they were. If it was, Martin Amis…Jonathan Franzen…Hilary Mantell, and the like, they could sit there all day, they’d be good for business.”
“I was thinking…more along the lines of…me.”
The lovely Claira, looked me up and down a few times, and said, “Nah. I think I’d like you to drink up and bugger off. Don‘t want the place looking like a Salvation Army hostel, do we?”
"I do have a beard. People may think I'm George Bernard Shaw."
"He's dead...but nice try."
Fear not fellow Scrivenerati! On Monday morning I shall be gate crashing the Grand Opening of, CoffeeFix, and flying the Scrivener standard.
Till then mes amis
Adieu
Vic
Vic-k's, kinky, Mr nom...but not that kinky!!
