The way Cyndi Lauper momentarily looks at it, you’d think there were live ants coming out of the spout. She inspects her teacup — a quarter full of camomile tea — and asks her PA if it might be possible to get “regular”. Regular? “Yeah, like PG Tips. In a teabag. Is that OK?” It takes ten minutes — and, you suspect, a sprint to the nearby Tesco Metro — for staff at the Charlotte Street Hotel to meet her request. She’s not, at the best of times, “a morning girl”, but the timing of this trip could scarcely have been less fortunate.
It’s the day before Valentine’s Day, which also happens to be the 33rd anniversary of the day she first got together with
