As an Englishman I know without a shadow of a doubt certain unshakable truths. The sky is blue, buses and phone boxes are red, cricket is the sport of gentlemen, a mince meat pie at Mrs McGilligan’s Pie Shop will always cost two shillings and most importantly of all; there is no disaster that cannot be solved by a good cup of tea. The British Empire was built on tea. The humble tea bag cannot be improved upon. It is the pinnacle of hot beverage, backbone, courage and English honor making technology. It will never change.
Or so I thought. Now I don’t know which way is up or down, left or right. I simply do not know what to believe any more. It seems that like most things in this crazy modern world tea making technology has moved on.
This “latest innovation in tea making,” otherwise known as the T-Stick (there goes English grammar and spelling as well), was given to me instead of a tea bag just the other day when I requested a cup of tea at Rotterdam train station. At first I thought the young lady was placing the paper sashay of sugar in to the boiling water and embarrassed myself by trying to stop her. This “improvement” is a fine example of the kind of anarchy that happens when we let young people listen to their Beatles and their David Bowies.
Honestly! What would the queen say if she knew?