When coffee houses sprung up in Europe in the 18th century they attracted a diverse mix of clientele from poets, writers and philosophers to builders, bakers, and privy attendants. So, for the price of a penny a hot bitter coffee could be consumed whilst around you debates were played out, often with passion, anger, excitement and the odd fist fight. If you listened, you learnt.
Today if you sit in a coffee-house, at least in Cambridge, you can still learn although it tends to be less about philosophy and more about mobiles phones, shoes, and the burdens and joys of people’s daily lives. Coffee houses are perfect places to be inspired. Conversations flow and every now and then snippets break free, sticking together to form new and random chatter, and in amongst it all we listen, talk, enthuse, and write.
We’re unashamed in our love for these places which is why we choose to name our writing club in their honour. Some of us are also coffee addicts. We’re a collection of amateur writers – we write because we want to, we write to think about things, and we write because if we’re lucky we’ll sell our story for a fortune, up sticks and flee to our own particular paradise. We collect together to enjoy the creativity of others, to learn from each other and to become better writers. We also drink coffee and grumble a lot.
If you have an urge to write and wish to share our virtual leather armchairs, smoking room (strictly no smoking), restaurant and extensive gardens, then see our codex on membership.