It was time for a cup of tea (being brorning tea time, you see...ahead of MUNCH, but after the usual breakfast time), so I went down to the ocean and scooped up a mugful of briny water, which I planned to boil in the perfectly ordinary kettle in the staff tea room. While I was on the shore, a frightfully robust dude slathered in coconut oil, with a shiny orange tan, budgie smugglers and peroxide blonde hair, approached me. He moved with an impressive swagger, and as he drew up before me asked, "Heez it gahn?" and favoured me with a sly wink.
I stammered an incoherent response and turned to run, freaked the heck out by this spectacle of nature.
Just kidding, none of that happened. But it is brorning tea time.