Duncan,
I use Yorkshire and think it is very good.
Jay,
I if I needed to get some information out of a terrorist I would make them swig a gallon of Earl Grey every day for a week....they would confess to anything thereafter.
Bob
Good idea! I'll have to try that next time I catch a terrorist:P Playing hip hop accomplishes the same thing
Sean, I like black tea very much, actually. Yes I like berry - but black tea and berry like my favorite - Monk's Blend. But I drank plenty of lipton and tetley and red rose (swill). Ask any other GCAers who've met me and they'll tell you about the gallon of unsweetened iced tea I drink each sitting. But I even like hot tea in cold winters - and in Siberacuse we had plenty! I grew up on tea b/c I didn't acquire the taste for coffee until I just started being a lawyer. I met a beautiful 5'9" slim, trim photographer from California who spent some months in town. Anyway, the first morning she woke up in my place she asked me for coffee and I told her I didn't drink it.
She put on a stern look and said, "if you EVER want me to sleep over here again: You. Will. Have. Coffee!"
I immediately went out in single digit temperatures - well less with wind chill - in a black January morning so intent on my mission for coffee, you'd have thought I was looking for condoms instead.
I did a side by side taste test with some Tetley today and the Tetley won hands down. I think I'll make a few big pitchers of iced tea with the PG Tips and point out that maybe Rolling Stones owned the world's ear in 1971, but they still either 1) had ordinary tastes in food (they also imported Bird's Custard, piccalilli, and Branston pickle), or 2) they were lonely for England the moment they took off from the tarmac (well at least Bill and Charley. "I just wanted English things I was used to," Charley said.) Keith and Mick probably couldn't care and Bobby Keys just needed SDNRNR, he didn't care where or when - "My boys that I play rock n roll with left the country...we were invited to go and we went." he then referred to those months in France - for him, at least, as "shittin' in tall cotton..."
Anyway, moral of the story 1 - don't believe everything you hear from rock musicians,even the Rolling Stones. They are just as normal as us...
Moral 2 - don't get exiled for whatever reason b/c some things that you were used to turned out to be more than you could stand to lose, even Budweiser and hamburgers.
PG Tips: Not as undrinkable as my friend said, but not swill either. My buddy Tony dear summed it up just right: "It's just tea."