Sharas Blog

Human-beings have this way of taking things that are perfectly alright and trying to make them better. Noticed? Like wheels. Personally I couldn’t see anything wrong with wooden wheels on wagons. They made you feel the road a bit more than, say, proper suspension–and possibly deadened any feeling below the waist–but there was nothing actually wrong with them (besides an annoying habit of falling off and occasionally contributing to a massive fire). Same with Tea. On its own, in its purest form, is how it is supposed to be drunk. But then what do we go and do to it? Of course, why not add copious amounts of sweet stuff to it, just for fun! Goodness, it really is worrying. Because of this, Tea has become warped, become something else far and far away. What happened to my favourite drink? The once magnificent blend has become a Frankenstein’s monster of epic proportions!

OK, so sugar is a personal choice. What right do I have to question someone’s personal choice? None of course, but what right does the Moon have to be full? And what right do cats have to scream and fight in the middle of the night? Sometimes you just have a right, I suppose I am saying. That’s why I am exercising my right, hoping that it will have a profound effect on you, the Reader!

There’s not a thing I can do about it, of course. And that’s not the point. I am just trying to make people aware of our heritage. It’s not called Average Britain, is it? No, it’s called Great Britain because we are the originators of tea—we like to think. If not that, we are at the very least the inventors of the best and strongest black tea that the Universe has (probably) ever seen.

By the way, I have just found this fantastic new enigin digital website. I just thought that I should mention it to all of you design nerds before I go.