So this is where people who sell The Big Issue go when
they're not annoying you on street corners. I'm surprised they show
themselves in public, yet alone that someone thought it economically viable
to give them somewhere to congregate.
I've never seen a more disgusting collection of the underclass unless you
count a Labour party rally. Since when have dirty fingernails, yellowed
armpits and vegetal stains around the crotch become fashionable? Perhaps
Cyberia should be relocated to Streatham or Kilburn because it's only scummy
students and the unemployed who frequent it. And it would save them the bus
fare into the West End. (To be fair, a lot of them ride bicycles - I know, I
nearly ran one over as I drew up in a cab.)
Big plus point - you can smoke. This makes checking out the lack of talent
over a cappu so much more civilised. Unfortunately, the preferred brand here
seems to be Benson & Hedges or roll-ups.
I didn't bother with the food, that's for fat people. Judging by the
complexions of most of the customers, their diet consists of baked beans,
white bread, lard and Mars Bars, so what good is a Mediterranean salad going
to do them?
I would only recommend trying to pitch someone here if you've got a problem
your best friends haven't told you about.