I'm sitting in chaos, utter chaos...in Pret in Waterloo station. It's not a war zone granted, but it kind of feels like it. People are walking, talking, gesticulating and frothing milk like the world's going to end.
When did the age of 'instant' start taking over our lives. Before embarking on a journey, entering a meeting or even going for a leisurely stroll, my initial thought always defaults to coffee - have I got one, can I get one, how long until I can have another one. I mean, how did I cope before Costa and the in house office coffee machine?!
We've never had such an instant selection of stuff, and technology has enabled us to find it, order it and pay for it within seconds.
So you'd think it would give us time back, but based on the pace of play within Pret right now it seems to have done the opposite.
This environment makes me feel like an old person in a nightclub; too noisy, nowhere to sit and a bloody great queue full of people in my personal space!
"I'm not getting old, I'm just becoming a classic..." - Anon
