Off milk

I'm a big tea drinker, and a really big Vimto drinker.
I suppose I have Vimmy when I need something cold to drink, and a cuppa any time that I dont need a refridgerated beverage. I plain and simple LOVE Vimto. Back in the day, me and my elder brother would always fight over pop in our house. We both had a penchant for fizzy drinks, and would always argue over what flavour to get, sometimes even coming to blows over the matter. So our mum solved the problem, she went to the supermarket without us, bought whatever was on offer and gave one brand to Daniel, and the other to me. From what I recall, Dan got Sprite, however I got given Vimto... From that day onward, I have exclusively drank the Vimmy, and enjoyed every sip, glug and resulting burp.

But there is my problem, I know why I like Vimto, I have a story to it. However Ihave no idea why I am so fascinated with tea...

There is something to be said about a tea drinker, such a quintessentially British trait, however, I believe myself to be far from quintessentially British, so its nothing to do with my perception of my heritage.
Neither my parents, or my siblings are big on tea, so it cant be anything to do with my upbringing.
Apparently, tea drinking is more of a northern thing, but I'm from the west mids, so there is nothing strictly geographical about this trait of mine.
The only other person I know to be as committed, yes, thats right, committed to tea, is my friend Joxa.

But he is from the north.

As you would expect a drinker to, I like to keep a healthy ammount of tea bags in the cupboard and a bottle of milk in the fridge at all times.
I've had a long day, a long weekend actually. I awoke on Saturday at 06:30 to go to Wolverhampton for some skateboarding magic time, and I had a cuppa before I left at 6. It wasn't until I returned home, at 5 in the afternoon, did I make a brew. Thats around 11 hours without ingestion of tea... It was touch and go for a while.

By the time I'd got the first sweet, sweet sip of tea to my lips, I was sweating profusely, talking to myself and having mild hallucanations from withdrawal symptoms.

Before departing for town this afternoon, I had already had 3 mugs and got one when I was in town. When I arrived at my parents for dinner I had a cup waiting for me and had one after dinner also. I got home from my parents, full of roast beef and mashed potato, put the kettle on and got ready to settle down on the bed, watch a couple of movies, and more importantly, drink plenty of tea.

I had just set off downstairs before Bladerunner came on...

As you can imagine, I put a teabag in my XL Tigger mug, 2 sugars, hot water and stirred. I went to add the final ingredient, moo juice, when I came upon that familliar sour odour that only off milk makes. 'No matter' I exclaimed aloud to reassure myself, there would be more in the fridge.

Imagine my dismay then, when I opened the fridge to discover... NO MILK

I could have cried. A curse passed my lips, what was I to do? After all, real tea has milk in it, I couldnt just drink it black.
Just as I was about to close the door, something on the top shelf caught my eye. Synapses firing, the thought came rushing back to me, only 2 days ago was I mashing potato, I didnt want to waste milk on potato, so I used the only other thing I could find in the cupboard...

Condensed milk.

I've never had condesed milk in my tea, I cant say that I even wanted condensed milk in my tea... But its not like I had a rational choice. It was either condensed milk in my tea, or no tea, worse even, if I didnt have condesed milk in my tea, it would be a waste of 2 sugars and a teabag.


FUCK

THAT

NOISE


From what I can gather, condensed milk is mostly used in cakes and sweets, and considering this fact, the tea wasn't all that bad. If a little too sweet. But at least I learned from this ordeal, and any situation you can learn something is a positive one indeed.

From now on, I'm going to keep some UHT in a glass cabinet, with 'Incase of teamergency, break glass with supplied spoon' scrawled on the side...