Today we are talking hot stuff.
And by hot stuff, I don’t mean the weather. And I don’t mean your shiny gold hot pants, eh, Kylie!
No, by ‘hot stuff’, I mean HOT DRINKS.
Which is a bit weird because, surely, as you undoubtedly know, I am not against hot drinks. The odd cup of coffee (when you aren’t doing my detox, of course) is perfectly fine, and a nice cup of tea can be a lovely companion to toast and eggs at the weekend.
What I am talking about here is the super-mega-boiling stuff that some of you like to pour almost straight from the kettle, down your throat. You know who you are, so please don’t hide behind the steam billowing from your chai.
Why do I care so much about hot stuff like that?