Tea is a fine drink, pretty tasty as much as scotch. Both of them very much socializing oriented. Chic ladies usually meet at evening for a cup of tea and some fat free buttered toasts. Drinking tea is not only a British attitude. However, they are the most worldwide known bigger tea consumers, even if in fact they are not(1).
Lately, I have been realizing that I am performing a character, since decades, which is the mixed up result of putting together the movie “Alice's Adventures in Wonderland” and “The Wizard of Oz”. I am now adding to that character a little bit of “A Trick Of The Tail” from Genesis, the former British band, mixed with the mind flashback which brought me memories of stories we all hear about nice ladies sitting in fine tea houses, drinking scotch from the cup made of fine porcelain, where normally high society British ladies drink tea with a drop of fat milk(2).
This post was born this morning while I was driving my brand new Mazda3 (What??!!?? I have no money for better than that!) with the simple intention of arriving at the plant where I am working at. Then I have found myself doing that painful journey while listening to Johnny Cash, coming out of my old nüvi360 Garmin GPS which is capable of being used as mp3 player connected to my car’s stereo(3). All of a sudden this title, “Ms. Mercy Came For a Cup Of Tea”, started ping-ponging inside my brain, sunk in anger, just because I have been forced by the power of circumstances to realize that my actual boss is that kind of executive who contributes very much to convert the theory from the famous The Peter Principle (mentioned in my post here) to a live practice.
Isn’t this beautiful? I would call it a “philosophical stone” rolling down an old Dark Ages style street, still paved by cubes of hard course-grained rock.
May the gods be with you…
- India is the source for such a good tea you may find at Britain. India is also the source for one of the upmost miserable colonization and decolonization processes ever have seen in Earth. Thanks to UK… ↩
- I have no idea why they add milk to the tea (sounds silly!). Even so, I always imagine the milk they use as being that one very very fat, like if it were got straight from the cow’s tits. ↩
- By the way, the voice coming out of my GPS is a female voice from a lady called Madalena. Madalena is a hell of a friend with a sexy voice always trying to give me the right orientations to help me not getting lost. Nothing really new: isn’t that what all women do, in general, with their husbands and sons and sons-in-law and…? ↩
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