I say Troll!
Tea, proper, black, strong tea, with owld sour milk, was good enough for the 35th foot (the Otways) when, in the rags supplied by their patron (the Otways) they faced hardship and noble death, facing cannon and muskit, bayonet and sword, thousands of miles from home and harth, sweating in heavy red wool in 90 degree summer, loosing toes in the bitter winter, with nought but love of King and fear of the lash, year after year of hardship, so that you might someday enjoy the freedom to vote for your leader (lets not get into that again!). Now if after that, you can put lemon and ice in your tea, well, in my book, it was a waisted effort, and we may have just as well fought harder so that you learned to be civilised - to drink hot tea in the summer and count the... no, I can't go there again!
Cheers
Larry Otway