Ah those tranquil tea fields of Yorkshire. After a Hindu blessing for the gods of the tea plantations, the oppressed young dusky maidens pick the finest tips of the tea plant then empty thier baskets into the plantation owners grading conveyor belts.
All to the sounds of ..."On Ilkely Moor Ba' Tat!
Similarities abound with Tipton Pineapples and Glasgow Banannas .
Forgive me, that was probably the most sarcastic post I ever made. And I have done a few ! But I could never see the marketing potential of Yorkshire tea. Yes they drink tea in Yorkshire. But that is where any similarities end.
Sorry guv.