As it turns out, my flat has a stove-top coffee maker; and it has opened up a whole new world of coffee for me. Seriously. None of that watery, plunger stuff for me any more, and forget the harsh acrid instant brew -- stove-top coffee is the only way I'll be going from now on. It's short, black and packs a heavy punch.
The Mike Tyson of coffee. Unfortunately, I can't seem to make the boxing/coffee metaphor extend to lisping, washed-up, with a criminal record and an image problem.