The Origins of Scott




That first sip of a large Americano in the morning is what gives Scott the strength to face another day. The delicious bittersweet almost-black concoction produced by roasted beans, steam and hot water, is possibly the only decent thing that the human race could have created in Scott’s view. As he savoured his first mouthful, dressed in his usual white linen shirt and dark blue trousers, sitting in

I was sitting at the bar, nursing a cocktail that was ludicrously expensive and didn’t taste very nice; it was the cocktail of the day, and the barman convinced me to get it. Either he had really bad taste, or he’s trying to get rid of some old booze. I didn’t know what I was doing here. I could have brought a book, or even my phone. The distraction-free evening I had planned seemed rather silly, but I wanted to try doing something different other than watching TV or reading bo