A nice cuppa tea [TIME FOR A RANT]

How great is tea? It’s a great British institution, maybe one of the greatest (it’s right up there with red pillar boxes and bowler hats), and it’s one that I’ve embrace wholeheartedly since childhood. My parents were great tea drinkers, oh yes, it was part of the fabric that kept our often sparring family together, but it means much more to me than simple nostalgia.

Think how shocked I was the other week then when BB contestant, Michael Barrymore, ended the scathing ‘I’m a bigger celebrity than you, you’re just a nobody’ argument with ‘coffee anyone?’. Are all our cherished ideals and standards slipping forever into transatlantic smog?

A cup of tea whatever anyone says, will always be more British, and more comforting than any latte, mocha, cappuccino-style nonsense you can mention. And another thing, why is it these days that you always get offered coffee first, and tea as an afterthought? Us tea drinkers must stick together to preserve our genteel traditions. If we’re not careful soon we’ll all be spelling colour without a u and praising the Lord at the drop of a hat.

Gin and tea are the only two drinks you really need in life… Mother’s Ruin and Mother’s little pick-me up. What more does anyone need? We need ‘tea and sympathy’ not coffee and schmaltz. {END OF RANT]