I got all the way to NYC on Saturday before I realised I’d forgotten to pack my favourite nasty PG Tips and was going to have to survive on watery American coffee rather than soupy, tannic builder’s tea.

Then, completely by accident, I stumbled on Tea and Sympathy on a walk through the West Village. It was a peculiar experience wandering into a miniature British ghetto, but I now have my PG. My life is complete.