When it comes to a choice of drink,a hot cuppa beats a glass of red any timeEngland’s chief medical officer Dame Sally Davies has suggested that, after work, or instead of a glass of wine,people choose a cup of tea. Uproar. Statues crying blood. The worst. How dare she rip our sacred poison from us, said the alcohol-drinking world, or through lips tinted a dry cabernet blue,their hair smelling just slightly of tubby. Burn everything immediately on a fire of outrage and Twinings.
I nodded along. If they were to go further, to protest the obscenity, and to note that I am edgy and vital and up for it,I would march with them, too. I would march, and propping up a banner saying SAVE OUR FERMENTED JUICE or I would shuffle,as the back legs of a beer bottle or carafe. But my filthy secret would march with me, craving the hot teat of a teapot, or the steaming mug of tasteless nectar that even now,with a supersized SportsDirect only recently in me, I yearn for. Tea. Lovely tea.
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Source: theguardian.com