When it comes to pulling a weekend shift at work, talking the boss into a allowing a coffee run is almost mandatory. As the only member of staff with a ‘vehicle’, collection duty fell to me. As you can imagine, it was something of a challenge to balance half a dozen coffees in my basket whilst negotiating speed bumps and crooked south London tarmac. Spillages were kept to a minimum through paper towel plugs in the lids and the gentle avoidance of pot holes. Mine’s the tchai tea latte… Mmmmm.