Once I drank from a 'worlds greatest dad' mug. I have no children. It just reminded me of a book that observed that even in the torture chambers of the vilest regimes there would be men with 'worlds greatest dad' mugs hung on the mug rack a few racks down from the actual rack. I did not enjoy that cup of tea and instead felt annoyed enough to leave a small amount in the bottom. Fucks sake.
On my last trip home I purchased several Union Jack mugs which I now always ensure are used when supplying tea to an Aussie house guests that may come round.
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