Alarmed to see a fire engine outside Wogan's coffee warehouse today when I popped along for my organic fairtrade fix. The chimney, responsible for the heavenly pongs which drift across the city, had caught fire earlier. All the staff stood outside, while Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub peered up the hot, caffeine-blackened tube. Thankfully, the damage was only minor and they were open for business not long afterwards, although a nearby sweep was set to work scrubbing away the full roast remains.
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