A Nation of Queuers Cannot Stand
… They also serve who only stand and prate By Cedric Trevelyan, K.C.B. I am not usually of a humour to give consequence to the middle classes taking their leisure, nor indeed am I even likely to encounter such creatures, given my more rarified social circles. But occasionally of late, whilst standing in line to procure my afternoon libation at one of the trendy coffee shops that have begun to dot my adopted homeland, I find myself rubbing shoulders with those beneath my station, and I cannot help but wince as I perceive how passively these humble folk, our good proles, endure the abuse dished up to them by certain surly concocters of caffeinated refreshments who, despite being only a missed paycheque away from penury and usually of a lower class than that of those upon whom they wait, nonetheless feel it their birthright to banter and visit amongst themselves at insufferable length before deigning to sullenly acknowledge the presence of their customers patiently standing before