Ribena, right. What's that all about? Their adverts *scare* me,
man. Right, you've got these happy, bouncey, purple, round,
family-safe, politically neutral, and, frankly, irritating little
Ribenaberries, okay? They drink Ribena. A drink which, if I'm not wrong,
you would make using Ribenaberries (you get apple juice from apples,
blackcurrant squash from blackcurrants, coca-cola from cola nuts, etc, so
presumably ribena comes from ribenaberries. Makes sense, no?). 

So, you've first of all got this drink which is made from these happy,
bouncy and otherwise perfectly contented little berries, and then not
content with filling our minds with images screaming little purple berries
being squished to make a tasty juice drink which can be marketed to kids
by means of ridiculous cartoon adverts, but then they go and show us these
very same berries drinking the very liquid that their friends and family
have given their lives in order to produce! Now, tell me there's not
something sinister going on there that the Ribena company haven't told us
about. 

I reckon it's some kind of tribal ritual thing, which whips the berries up
into some kind of ribena-induced frenzy, causing hallucinations, hysteria
and intense sensations of euphoria in the members of the ribena tribe who
partake in this sick ritual. Evidence? The little berry at the end of the
advert who always bounces up in the air, shouting "Woo!". Clear evidence
of hallucinogenic euphoria, if you ask me.

Am I the only one who thinks about things like this? Probably,
actually. Maybe I should stop; the world might make more sense if I stop
trying to understand it.