Poor Arthur Dent. Whisked through space by a semi-alcoholic alien travel writer when his home planet is destroyed and totally unable to get a decent cup of tea. I may not be able to sympathise with the first part but I certainly can with the latter.The Nutrimatic drinks dispenser on board the Heart of Gold tries it’s best, but only ever managed to produce a drink “almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea” (the phrase ‘not entirely unlike’ becoming a catchphrase in itself). I’m of the firm opinion that the drinks machine in my office building has been produced by the same firm. Varying wildly in colour from day to day it’s a constant adventure to see whether what you’ve got is actually drinkable. On top of that I spend a fair amount of time working in France where getting some tea is an equally traumatic task. So, Arthur Dent, I and countless other office workers around the country salute you and your valiant efforts to uphold the fine British tradition of tea, even in space. I may not be hitchiking the galaxy, but I know where you’re coming from.
(I have chosen the picture based on my favorite Arthur. Sorry Martin Freeman, but you are not him. You are a good John Watson though)
Favourite tea: The cup that someone makes you when you’re sad and tired and it’s the best thing they can think of to help.
Favourite place to drink tea: Curled up on the sofa with a good book. Either that or at the end of a good night out.
Favourite mug: Does anyone remember a TV show called ‘Ed‘ that was about a lawyer who also ran a bowling alley? When I was supposed to be revising for my A Levels I got obsessed with it. A couple of years later my friend went to America and brought me back an ‘Ed’ Mug that says ‘Attorney at Law’ with a picture of a bowling pin on it. I don’t even use it to drink tea out of, I keep pens in it as I’m scared it will get broken or faded if I actually use it.
Ah, Mrs Doyle. The repressed, somewhat insane housekeeper in Grahem Lineham’s fantastic Father Ted.
Has there ever been a fictional character more obsessed with tea than she? Her dedication to the cause is outstanding, even going as far as to stay up all night just in case one of the Fathers should want a cup of tea. And who could forget her tragic reaction to receiving a teasmaid, thereby depriving her of the delight of making tea herself? She championed the art of tea making and never took no (really, never) for an answer, although did frequently refuse to give up the tea/baked goods when the person in question finally accepted. She’s an inspiration to all of us. And she provided me endless amusement by repeatedly falling off the roof.
So, Mrs Doyle, we salute you. Make yourself a cuppa in her honour (go on, go on, go on) and remember, ‘There’s always time for a nice cup of tea. Sure, didn’t the Lord himself pause for a nice cup of tea before giving himself up for the world?’. Wisdom indeed.