Quality in a Cup
I remember my first cup of Threadbucks - a rich cortado - so well. Up until then coffee for me was either instant at home or a distant memory of some frothy white concoction in a clear pyrex cup in a milk bar in Lyme Regis whilst listening to Ziggy and the Belle Ends on the jukebox in about 1959. When I smell that rich cortado now it reminds me of my late husband. He used to like to give me one every Saturday and afterwards we'd have coffee.
Mrs T (Great Heaving)
I remember my first cup of Threadbucks - a creamy latte - so well. I'd just been down the bus shelter with Wayne who I was seeing at the time. He'd just told me I was a fat cow and that unless I lost a few pounds he wasn't going to do me any more. So I went to Threadbucks and I was like upset. I thought well I'd better have a skinny latte then and then I thought well fuck it and fuck Wayne - I'll have a creamy one. And I did.
Brenda O (Knowlton)
I remember my first cup of Threadbucks - an intense espresso - so well. I had been helping my employer to fix his mini-tractor when he he took me by surprise from behind. I was tightening his nuts at the time so it was a shock. I remembered that a hot drink was good for shock so I went to the nearest Threadbucks and downed a quick one. To this day I still feel sick every time I smell black coffee.