Do I miss my hand-made Londinium lever-action coffee machine. Do I miss the little “hiss” as the boiler comes up to pressure and the group head begins to warm? Do I miss watching the perfect flow of properly extracted coffee as it drops like oily syrup into a pre warmed tulip cup? Do I miss the sound of the steam heating the milk to a perfect temperature with just the right density?

No. Well maybe a little. I would like a proper coffee.

Dubious coffee beans, ground to powder, stewed in a “dripolator”, stored in an “airpot”, served in a paper cup with the choice of “vanilla cream”, “Irish cream”, “half and half” or “non dairy creamer”, may just qualify as a refreshing hot beverage, however it will never and I repeat never, be coffee.

There are some serious trucks about however. Any Takers? I’m talking to the Ellis family now.