On the train to York yesterday, I was startled by an announcement: "The Pennine Host will shortly be passing through the train." I had a vision of some grizzled warriors dressed in sheepskins, rampaging through the ranks of commuters prior to a spot of ritual boat (or train) burning. Turns out it was a bloke wheeling a tea trolley.
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A fantasy denied perhaps, but tea is never a disapointment.
I have to disagree there. I have been served some weird instant tea that tasted as if it had been made with dried cabbage leaves. Most disappointing!
Mmmmm....cabbage leaf tea....
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