Teapots...

I like tea. Milk, no sugar. Why are the English the only people who have milk with their tea? What is that about, is it just that the rest of the world haven’t discovered the delights of adding milk to their tea, or is it that we have odd taste buds? It does seem like an odd thing to have happened. Plus how did we become the only nation to drink tea that is just tea. Not berry tea or green tea, in America you have to state which type of tea you want, how come you can’t just have a cup of Tetley? I think we are just weird. Or maybe it has something to do with the British air, like some combination of rain, clouds and petrol scares causes a nation to go mad for a cuppa?!

Teapots. They come in many shapes and sizes, novelty ones shaped like the pub from coronation street or Winnie the Pooh, what actually is the point of them? Surely your tea is just as good if you boil the kettle and leave the tea bag in the cup for a minute? Teapots just mean that the tea from the bottom of the pot is gross and treacly and the tea from the top hasn’t brewed enough yet. Thinking about it the only place I see the point of them is in restaurants where they can’t physically bring the kettle to you. 

Looking for an image for this post I found a HITLER TEAPOT! Who the hell made a teapot in the shape of HITLER’S FACE?! That is just wrong. I have lost faith in the human race that someone would do that. The Tardis Teapot however, restored my faith.

Before I leave, here is a quick teapot poem:

Dear teapots,

you are brilliant,

you come in many sizes,

many shapes,

you can be great yet you can also be non great....

because you can easily break,

and spill hot tea all over my crotch,

which burns,

like a summer day.