Wearing a shiny complexion and a t-shirt that was dragged from the bottom of the ironing pile, here I stood a few months back, with Eddie Robinson and the infamous mug that transported him from local estate agent to property superstar in a matter of seconds. No wonder he’s looking shell-shocked! Little did he know that a bit of bone china could hold such power. Now it’s the drinking vessel of choice for everyone who is anyone, and apparently HRH refuses to slurp her morning cup of Tetley from anything else.  continue reading →