Two things,
1) I’ve never got on with Yorkshire Tea. Maybe it’s a Pennines thing. If the lovely Carol would be up for teabagging me I’d be more than willing to give it a second chance.
2) This ‘attaching a bit of card to a teabag with some string’ phenomenon makes me want to drown puppies. When the measure of a premium brew isn’t good tea but the frelling paper it’s wrapped in, I weep for humanity. Exactly what First World Problem is this supposed to address, those poor neglected souls who were born without teaspoons? Take your “C24” and shove it up your ‘arris, the gorram thing leaps into the cup as soon as you pour water on it anyway (unless you’re drinking from something girlie rather than a proper mug I suppose).