When I was at university I worked waiting tables in a popular cafe by the sea. The cafe was owned by a husband and wife team, who shared management duties. If one of the bosses had the night off, he or she would sit drinking outside. The one manning the till would usually have a glass of white on the go too. They were loud, friendly, small-town socialites; sometimes mean, sometimes generous. The woman wore little makeup but dabbled in Botox a...