after waiting for what the kids in n7 would describe as "time"
the famous la marzocco machine on the gelupo stand was finally working.
pushing women and children out of the way i barged to the front of the queue
holding my press card aloft screaming "don't you know who i am ?"
well, not really...
i just queued up like everybody else.
that's right. i necked back the first flat white while i was chatting to the barista
and trying to remember how many times i'd been to his stand to ask
"is it working yet ?"
and he made me another flat white
work it !
and follow through.
another day, another flat white.
many thanks to gelupo for putting up with me, and to la marzocca
for taking so long to get a coffee machine working.