Started from the bottom and now we're here.

We were somewhere around Baffins, on the way past goals, when the coffee began ​​to take hold. I remember saying something like, "I feel a bit light headed, maybe you should drive?" Then there was suddenly a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge seagulls, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Southsea.
 
2 years, Two Fackin Years of selling boujee donuts, strong as fuck coffee and making niche film references nobody is cool enough to get. I honestly had my doubts when we first started, but when I saw a bunch of other establishments ripping us off I knew we were on to something.

 
Some of you I've had the pleasure of showing my cursed meme collection, others I've had the pleasure of offending and sending you off to starfucks to rinse the vitality app and overdose on pumpkin spiced frappe wank.
 
Regardless of whether you're so awkward, that watching you interact with Becca is making me sweat, or you coming in and telling us that your boyfriend broke up with you just before valentines and you want to eat your feelings, I appreciate each and every one of you coming down and showing your supports, even if I know way more about your living situation than the guy who makes your skinny latte with two sugars needs to.

 
According to the guardians top ten tips about how to write a blog post I should include a bunch of pictures. So below this piece of text will be some random photos that show the inners of the shop and probably us displaying the horrible customer service skills that come part and parcel with being a cool trendy barista and not getting a real job like your parents always hoped you would.


Anyway thanks again for two years, you've allowed me to pay my rent thus far and I thank you for that. 

 
The next post i'll probably try and sell you something you don't need but there will be some funny quotes and a few film and album recommendations, so there's that to look forward to. 

 

The bombs about to go off, baby. 

 
Cheers,
Ross from Hideout