It's vivid but not entirely accurate of New Scientist to refer to a potentially life-saving medical device -- a kind of stent that's placed in the carotid arteries to block the passage of blood clots to the brain -- as a "tea strainer." At least, cripes, I hope it's inaccurate. I'd hate to think my prospects for a stroke-free future rest on something you can get at Bed Bath & Beyond. Besides, what happens if I get some British intern who's so lonesome for a taste of home that he filters a quick cup of Earl Gray through the thing in the five minutes before my emergency surgery?
Surgeon: How do you feel, Mr. Barol?
Me: Better, doctor, thanks. What's more, I have a refreshing hint of bergamot in my brain.
(Thanks, I'll be here all week.)