Who put the 'T' in Britain?..

..not the 'fancy, frilly, flowery' brigade apparently but the strong ,satisfying types who can hear the click of kettle and the rustle of a packet of chocolate digestives at a thousand paces.

Well experienced a year or so ago when Kev the bathroom renno fellow took up residence for the best part of three weeks and spent several of those days (or so it seemed), parked at the kitchen table with a very brown brew and an accent that could slice fruitcake telling his tales of a previous life as a catwalk show designer for Chanel in Paris.
I kid you not.