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Coffee and conspiracies

In Tehran authorities have clamped down on coffee shops in bookshops claiming that a 'mixing of the trades' was illegal. Are they being paranoid? If they are, are they right to be? If the chattering classes are planning and plotting won't they just find somewhere less conspicuous, like 'underground'?
Coffee shops and conspiracies have a much longer history than is immediately supposed. The first coffee shop was opened in London in 1652 by a Greek man. It was opened in Cornhil, slapbang in the middle of what would become the financial centre of Europe. The best conspiracies, then, emerged with the birth of the coffee shop - financial. Coffee shops in London became the bases of the capitalist society we enjoy and endure today. But the coffee shops were also to become bases of political dissent.
It makes sense.
If pubs are where dreams and plans are spoken of, buoyed up by alcohol-fuelled bravado, then those discussed in the coffee shop are done on a much more sober and aware basis (albeit a little too jittery if you have a treble espresso, you'll give any plot away by the constant looks of caffeine induced jittery paranoia!) And shouldn't coffee shops be viewed with especial concern by nervous authorities in a country where the predominant population don't drink alcohol? And in a bookshop too? Choose a book, become inspired/enraged, have an espresso, talk to others, take ACTION! I wish we had more coffee shop conspiracies instead of it being what it has now become over here - like everything else, superficial and always needing the next novelty white-choc-mochachino 'to stay'! People! It aint about the coffee! Conspire! But sshhh!

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