Anyone remember/still drink Camp coffee?

Yep, does bring back memories of my early years at home .
Love my coffee now, but don't think i will be rushing out to try the Camp stuff again in a hurry. 😉
 
I remember it well. A friends mum used to make it with Nestle condensed milk - absolute nectar it was !
Quite a local favourite amongst the farmers I knew then.
 
I have tried it twice in my life. Once when it was offered to me and I hadn't been told what it was and I thought I had been served up a mug of Bovril!
The second time was when there was a shortage of coffee for whatever reason and I was desperate for my caffeine fix.
Not for me. Uggh...
I was surprised as a young beat cop in Glasgow City Center that the factory where it was made was on my beat and not some exotic overseas island.
The smell in the place was wonderful.
 
This is interesting. The hotel "Mac" shot himself in is the "Regina". It's still there across from the Louvre.


So why was he in Paris? It was the quickest route for an officer going on or returning from leave between the UK and India. Boat train from London Victoria to Paris and stay the night. Then cross Paris the next morning for the train from Paris to Marseille and catch a ship from there to India.
 
The hotel "Mac" shot himself in is the "Regina". It's still there across from the Louvre.

So why was he in Paris?
Because it is a well-known fact that an officer's ability to read a map is in directly inverse proportion to his rank.

Either that, or he was actually a woman posing as a man (easy to do in a kilt-wearing regiment), an ancestor of wee Jimmie and was actually having an affair with a French diplomat.
 
Camp is now produced in Paisley, Renfrewshire (according to Wiki). Is that still considered part of Glasgow? :lol:
Well Glasgow Airport is in Paisley. Nearly.
Camps Coffee used to be in Charlotte Street in an old Victoria red sand stone building just across from the Barras.
I don't know if it's still standing or been converted into luxury flats.
Still the area where "ladies of the night" are to be found. Apparently
 
As a schoolboy, in the days when child labour was (semi-)legal, I had a Saturday/school holiday job working as a labourer for a small builder (as in one-man band, not stature). First day, first break, he made some weird coffee from liquid out of a bottle (only seen Nescafe at that stage in life) and gave me some, disgusting! I pleaded for tea. Next day, and from then on, he’d bring in one teabag for me each day, which I’d use at morning tea-break, then dry on a brick until lunchtime and then again for the afternoon break. Now, whenever someone mentions Camp coffee, I get a memory of brick-dust-flavoured tea on my tongue (I have it now).
 
Good to know it's as disgusting now as it ever was. Nostalgia ain't what it used to be. Saw an advert for SPAM on the telly this week. It was then that I realised the country really IS in crisis.
 
While browsing in Waitrose the other day, a distinctive bottle, tucked away on one of the lower shelves, caught my eye. A real blast from the past. The packaging has changed a little over the years - when I was young, it came in glass bottles and the label was a little less PC: View attachment 196420

These days, the jock is sitting down with the Sikh having a drink together. And the bottle is a plastic container, inevitably.

I have been drinking a cup of Camp coffee as a bedtime drink, made with hot milk, for the last few nights. This has brought back loads of memories of childhood. And specifically the way that if you leave it for a few minutes, it forms a lovely skin on top that sticks to the top lip and, if you are not careful, gives you a rather squidgy beard.

Anyone else remember Camp coffee? Or still drinking it?
Ansome blended with milk, sugar & over crushed ice....that’s how I rolled as a kid 😂😂😂
 
A search of the Web revealed some nice imagery used in their advertising.
This is one of my favourites.
Reminds me of the Billy Connolly joke where his wife thought a "pint" was that size as he went to the pub for a "pint "and came rolling home 4 hours later!
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While browsing in Waitrose the other day, a distinctive bottle, tucked away on one of the lower shelves, caught my eye. A real blast from the past. The packaging has changed a little over the years - when I was young, it came in glass bottles and the label was a little less PC: View attachment 196420

These days, the jock is sitting down with the Sikh having a drink together. And the bottle is a plastic container, inevitably.

I have been drinking a cup of Camp coffee as a bedtime drink, made with hot milk, for the last few nights. This has brought back loads of memories of childhood. And specifically the way that if you leave it for a few minutes, it forms a lovely skin on top that sticks to the top lip and, if you are not careful, gives you a rather squidgy beard.

Anyone else remember Camp coffee? Or still drinking it?
We were just talking about this the other day at work and I said I'd look to see if I could find a bottle amd wenwould see if it was still as good as what we remember
 
How bizarre, my man servant called me from Waitrose to ask if i should partake in some of this tincture....
 
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