The cup that cheers: Campbell's Tea. Is What it Says on the Tin.

But not inebriates. Though in fact I was giddy as a coffee-chewing goat to arrive on Saturday morning for work chiz and find on my desk a marvellous surprise, pictured here-below. My nosy colleagues had opened the parcel in my absence on Friday, so all there was left for me to do was bask in the glow reflected from the fulvous container you see. Thank you very much indeed, Roisín O'Shea at Robert Roberts for sending me a one pound tin of very, very good (recently award-winning) loose tea. All of this luxury simply as a token of acknowledgment for my understated announcement on Twitter: You can make the connexion yourself on Facebook and Twitter. Not too many other Campbell's Teas around, so a straightforward search will turn up what you're looking for. Any road up, I like Campbell's Tea because the tea is great, not the synthetic fake-tan orange of some would-be robust blends, and very far extremely from the cheap mimsy stuff that can't make a decent cup even if you put twelve bags in the pot. This is proper tea. (Yeah, it's theft, I know I know) I also like it because of the packaging. Advertising that tells you explicitly about what you get if you buy a thing sells much more to me than the kind of abstract campaign written by those of my peers who weren't lucky enough to get a job in the wine business once they'd established the true value in the labour market of an unexceptional arts degree. When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beautiful Flavour Delicious Rich Cup" - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.