the ramble dump

Winnie Brum likes her tea. And she's not the only one. There are few things better than a brew to start, sustain or end your day. There's something about tea, you see--something about how it can be so bland and unassuming, yet so refined in taste. It's something hot yet refreshing; something comforting and familiar; something that unfailingly hits the spot. Whatever you need it for--as a drink, as a break, as a friend--your cup of tea is there for you.

And, of course, I speak of tea with milk, and sugar if you really need it. Milky yet strong. That's when tea works best, in my personal tea-drinking opinion.


Many people resort to the teapot in stressful situations.

The practice of drinking tea has an interesting history in this country. The Brits began importing it in the seventeenth century for medicinal use, and by the end of the eighteenth century it had a foothold in British culture when the aristocracy displayed the endless gullibility of humankind and were tricked into it as something fashionable. It was a fashion that ended up costing the British Empire a lot of money because we had nothing else that the Chinese wanted in return, but that was all sorted out once we won a few wars and twisted China's arm into accepting opium, to which over a quarter of China's adult population subsequently got addicted. Tea then managed to stick around in Britain long after the Empire collapsed, infusing itself irreplaceably into the everyday lives of the British population.

I have three or four cups a day, minimum.

It makes me need to piss often, but you should not let that discourage you if you haven't yet tried it. In 99% of all situations, tea will put you right.

Labels: halo, tea, the aberration

# posted by Chris @ 11:16 PM