Roasted

''Their names are Karl, Lottie and Nev, and they work in a coffee shop. That''s all you need to know. Actually, you don''t even need to know their names that much; you just need to recognise the sort of people they are - the care-worn balding thirty-year-old, keenly aware he''s on the final lap of his youth, the girl who frets about everything (but food in particular), and the chirpy big-eyed twat...