Radicalism is as British as tea and cakes, as much a part of our make-up as monarchy and football. It will never have its own jubilees, palaces or honours system.
I get up at 5.30am, sluice myself and have two Weetabix and some mint tea, before starting to write by 6am.
I know within my organization, within the grassroots of my organization of the Tea Party movement generally, there’s going to be a big drive for impeaching Obama. I don’t know if that’s the right move… We need to play our cards very carefully and beware of the mouse trap that Obama might be trying to set for us.
I don’t feel particularly attached to Israel – ‘nationalism,’ as Noam Chomsky said, ‘is not my cup of tea’ – but I feel no particular need to demonize it.
Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone.
People are familiar with ‘the stick’ of the Tea Party… challenging incumbents, flooding the phone lines. What they’re not so much familiar with, and what I want to expand, is ‘the carrot.’ So when a Mitch McConnell, or when a Republican caucus stands firm… we have to reward them.
I have little taste for fashionable dissipations, cards, and dancing; the theatre and tea parties are my aversion, and I look with little envy on those who find their enjoyment in such transitory delights, if delights they may be called.
Oh, my friends, be warned by me, That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea, Are all human frame requires.
I’ve often said that all poetry is political. This is because real poems deal with a human response to reality and politics is part of reality, history in the making. Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.
I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets – tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted brides. I collected a shiver of china bits, with borders of larkspur and birds or braids of daisies. No two patterns ever matched.