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Earl Grey tea is for vicars and
old ladies. Herbal tea is for buddhists, hippies and natural food
freaks. Putting the milk in first is a foppish English middle-class
pretension.
You want tea? Real, British Army
let's-go-and-conquer-an-empire-spanning-a-quarter-of-the-globe kickass
tea? Old-fashioned Here-come-the-fucking-Zulus Somme-El
Alamein-Arnhem-Falkland Islands,
get-your-kukhri-out-and-take-some-Jap-heads,
lets-have-a-brew-up-skipper-while-25,000-feet-over-Hamburg tea?
1.
Boil the water. If it isn't on a rolling boil, you're a Frenchman.
2.
The tea: it's not fruit-flavoured, it's not green, it doesn't smell of
fucking flowers. It's black, it comes from Assam, or Poona, or Candy in
India; Ceylon (or whatever the nignogs renamed the place) in a pinch.
Don't fuck around with Red Rose or Salada or those other brands that are
made of floor sweepings and packed by leperous monkeys. Get the good
shit, like Marks & Spencer's strong blend. Loose tea is better, but
bags are OK if the tea is quality.
3. Pre-heat the ceramic pot
with some of the boiling water. If you have an aluminum or metal pot,
I'd better fucking look down and see a cunting tea cosy in your white
little hand, friendo. Don't have one? Lean to fucking knit. Take your
granny's meds away until she makes one for you, like a demented spider
on LSD.
4. Boil the fucking water. I know I said it before. It's
important.
5. For each cup add a heaping teaspoon of leaves (or
one bag per two cups. BUT then add another big spoon (or bag) "for the
pot." If you fail to sacrifice to the Tea Gods in this way, ruin and
misfortune will attend all your efforts in life until you propriate
their anger. |