Thirteen of them, gathered at a long table, locked in the most serious business imaginable: having a nice cup of tea. It’s a scene that feels both epic and utterly daft - a grand pastiche with enough surreal energy to make your kettle boil itself.
The beauty of The Last Cuppa is its absurd simplicity. No need for halos or heroics - just a perfectly ridiculous gathering where teatime takes centre stage. The faces are earnest, the poses strangely dignified, and yet the whole thing is gloriously bananas (in every sense).
