Breakfast the Three-Hundred-and-Third

A banana: the inevitable result of hitting snooze too many times.

This has been bothering me for some time... What on earth is the Twinings tea advert about? It starts out as some bizarre pastiche of a Winslow Homer painting, with some bedraggled woman taking out a row-boat in really not the right weather at all. After some agnsty rowing, she loses her oars, is rescued by some weird watery bird things that turn into massive bloody fish and finally washes up on a beach where she embraces a slightly less bedraggled version of herself... I have no idea what it has to do with tea. If anything it seems like an advert for PMT (though where's the appeal in that). Or some form of personality disorder.