Taking the piss

I was recently sitting in a posh tea shop, drinking an extortionately expensive cup of twig tea.  £2.50 a pop. Twig tea, for goodness sake.  Who’d pay good money to drink that? Clearly, I would.  As I sipped the straw-coloured liquid, it reminded me of a practice I’d taken up a few years ago, a practice that had elicited the same response from all my friends.  “Rita, you’re completely bonkers.”  It was not the first time I’d heard this, and, as it turns out, not the last.  What had caused this uproar?  My confession that I’d just started drinking my own pee. Continue reading “Taking the piss”