We are on the cusp of a glorious victory or defeat. Can’t be sure, just now. Whatever. We are on the seat of our slacks, hanging on to every word just waiting for the final count down. Seconds tick by as the suspense builds. People fidget with anxiety. Nervous onlookers shake with unease. Cameras pan the room. A tap to the microphone to check it’s working. And finally, just as we were all about to turn away – he lifts the tea bag out of the cup. Nothing to see here. Move on. Only another cuppa.
John Vincent 