Alan Carr
Tea urn at cricket club now offers opinions on every customer who queues
- Location
- Behind the tea hatch of a village cricket pavilion, forty minutes from a Mumbai-bound platform
- Currently
- Tea urn operator at a cricket club, gossiping freely
- Last confirmed sighting
- Pouring a third urn of tea during the lunch interval
- Observations
- Can detect a rumour from the next county by the temperature of the milk.
Alan Carr has taken a job operating the tea urn at a village cricket club, where he has been issued a tabard and a ladle. He chats to every person in the queue, and the urn now cackles when it reaches the boil. Spectators say the tea tastes of gossip.
"I sell the raffle tickets by the scoreboard, and I've never had so many people in the queue for just a tea," said Brenda, 58, a groundsman's assistant. "He leans over the hatch and says 'Go on, tell me everything', and by the second sugar they have. The scorer has stopped scoring."
Monday 10:15: urn installed, immediately christened Chatty Urn. Wednesday 13:40: lunch interval overruns by fifty minutes due to a story about a mum. Friday 16:05: umpire takes an early tea after hearing the urn laugh. Sunday 11:00: sofa placed behind the hatch, nobody asked for it.
Do not tell the urn anything you would not tell the whole village.
Actual status (not satire) No death recorded as of 22 October 2026. Born 14 June 1976. Source: Wikidata
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