I’ll repeat, instant coffee taste like mushrooms. Fact. That’s why, as I write this, there is a cup of zombie coffee by my side. Anyway, these are, as ever, coffee-fuelled ramblings. And so, this week, I went out for more real coffee with a friend. I discovered many things: It’s OK that I can’t get through five pages of Saturday or Enduring Love. It isn’t just me. Apparently, I can’t go five minutes without talking about THE WEDDING. And that’s…
