Starbucks? CostaCoffee? Have they no shame?  The modern way to make money seems to run on the mantra: If you want it – flaunt it.  Serve some hot water in and to a mug,  charge frothed up prices, sit back and watch the cash roll in.  It’s not just coffee, it’s a lifestyle choice.  

The Mont went for a lifestyle choice espresso on Sunday, got not very comfy on a ratan couch and watched the world go buy.  The credit crunch hadn’t managed a nibble in this neck of the woods, not even a minor salivation.  Imaginary alluring glances were cast in the direction of a few female fellow lifestylers.  Monty didn’t quite manage a wink or a nudge or even a “Hi, I notice you sprinkle green toppings on your latte?”  Although, a quick bluetooth device search did happen to reveal an intriguingly named “Poet” in the vicinity.  Monty couldn’t help but question the validity of said moniker.  A poet that knows it, allowing device pairing with strangers on bluetooth?  One can’t quite imagine the next laureate being discovered via wireless telephony  in a major high street chain. 

Temptation to pair the Monty mobile soon became unbearable.  Was Poet a female? Miss pert bottom, over by the window perhaps?  Do people really pair up in this way? 

Monty: Is dat u by da window poet? J

Poet: Y, where & who mite u be, Mont?

Monty couldn’t bare to imagine any more.    Perhaps it was the possibility that Poet might in fact be Mr sunglasses and open top shirt, over by the door, that led to a wise display of caution.  Perhaps it was the hovering presence Mrs Monty that led to cold feet.  Getting in hot water seemed the only likely outcome from such a venture.