I am reminded (and what doesn't remind me??) of the story I heard in Australia years ago. Seems this poor English fellow got lost in the Outback without proper supplies. Meaning he didn't have one ounce of tea in his pack. He wandered for days, his mind consumed with the thought of a good cuppa.
Finally, he saw a sign of civilization, quite literally a sign:
Welcome to Mersey
Compliments Mersey Tea Room
Our friend flung himself through the door and gasped, "Please, my dear man, a cup of your very best tea."
Moments later he was presented with a beatiful Delft cup, in which there was a brown liquid that smelt strongly of tea. But alas. In the mixture could be seen small pieces of hair and bone.
Aghast, the Englishman howled, "My God, what is this devil's brew?"
The waiter explained patiently, "Sir, this is koala bear tea, the specialty of the Mersey Tea Room."
Suppressing his gag reflex, the Englishman took a sip. Nectar! Ambrosia! Strawberry Fields Forever. It was indeed the finest tea he had ever tasted, and he quickly finished it off. Holding the cup out with both hands, he said to the waiter, "Pleae, sir, could I have more, sir? But this time, would you be so kind as to run it through a sieve to get out the foreign matter?"
The waiter drew himself up to his full height and replied scornfully, "Sir, the koala tea of Mersey is NOT strained."
