[Jerome Betts]

Percy Wintergreen, the Head Taster, pursed his lips. “Tinted tea? Fifty shades of Lady Grey?? I think not.”

“Nonsense!”, said Rufus Redwood, Global Outreach Manager. “It’s the way the market’s going. One product, lots of shades, sales increase exponentially.”

Wintergreen frowned. “And what do you propose using to achieve these, er, effects? The stuff’s full of organic extras as it is.”

Redwood laughed in his irritatingly superior Leicester Uni manner. “Oh, there are well over fifty EU-approved harmless chemical additives we can bury in the small print. Meanwhile, the packets continue to major on . . .”

He was interrupted by Malcolm Mordent, a stooped scholarly-looking representative from Ethics and Brand Integrity.

“You realise that the eponymous founder specified the beverage should exhibit a strictly limited palette from light yellow to mid-umber ?”

There was an uneasy silence, broken at last by Redwood. “No problem! We’ll rename it Lady James!”