Guy Martin Tea revisited

Stop it! I'm rationalizing....

 

<considers further, wonders about wisdom of apple compote & calvados in
Earl Grey, decides to skip the Earl Grey completely.>

 

Good choice, disgusting stuff.

 

That's probably because you don't cook..

Phil

 

Peasant.

 

A true northerner would never consider that to be tea. A hot drink, yeah,
but definitle not a real cuppa.

Milk in first for a proper brew.

--
Beav

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Now that is worth trying.

 

It's only "ridiculously middle class" in your silly little island.
Everywhere else it's just how we live.

 

Not withstanding the fact that Champ *is* "ridiculously middle class".

 

No. Milk after is best. and incidentally it's in no way a North/South
differentiator. I know many people from both ends that do it both ways
round, IYSWIM.

 

Post corrected.

 

Champ is also hardly representative in this matter.

Phil

 

*ping* != cook.

 

They're called spices, and create something called flavour. In many
towns there can be found a magical cave known as a supermarket, it'#s
here such things - brought across the oceans from far and distant
lands, are securely kept, and for those brave enough to venture forth,
a world of ancient mystery awaits. But beware, you'll probably find
the 'spices' are protected by mythical troll-like workers clad in the
uniforms of their pagan masters, legend would have it that for a bribe
of coins emblazoned with a regal figurehead you can often sneak them
past their gates and to freedom.

Good luck, adventurer!

 

heh.

I wonder at what point "ridiculously middle class" becomes "upper
class"...

 

It's an upstairs/downstairs U/Non-U thing.
And putting milk in a mug then adding a teabag and hot water is just stupid.

 

when its daughters ask for ponies for their birthday, and get them.

 

Middle class *never* -becomes- upper class.

 

Cue my favorite bit of Ulysses:

Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup
full of the foamy ebon ale which the noble twin brothers
Bungiveagh and Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats,
cunning as the sons of deathless Leda. For they garner the
succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew
them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the
sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those
cunning brothers, lords of the vat.

Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the manner
born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to
him that thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the
immortals.

But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be
outdone in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture
a testoon of costliest bronze. Thereon embossed in excellent
smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of
the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent
Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain
and Ireland and of the British dominions beyond the sea, queen,
defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule,
a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and
loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof,
the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop.

 

I didn't really mean how one makes the transition from middle class to
upper class, more that the categorisation itself must almost have some
kind of overlap.