Such a wonderful tradition in this country. It does not get the attention and respect that it is undoubtedly due. Lets hear it for "High Tea". Oooooh and scones and clotted cream and jam. Sitting outside on a glorious sunny British afternoon. We have so much to be thankful for.
It does mean that you can wear your white gloves normally reserved for The Twelfth on a different occasion
Oh look here comes the neanderthal nine fingered mutant philistine from SOUTH Lanarkshire (just outside Paisley) who knows the square root of **** all. Sorry Mick.........................................it was a one off honest...........................