Teabags & Ice

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To paraphrase Charles Dickens, in the beginning, I was born. I came out of my mother onto a sweaty, shitty bed. I was blue and grey and very, very long. I was a disgusting sight to behold. I recoloured in time and I enjoyed my childhood.

I became a salesman, a purveyor of fine teas and tisanes from parts unknown. I travelled the world gathering up all manner of dried herbs and vegetables. I stitched them into teabags and flogged them in…