Red Kola

In this weather you need something that can cool you down with a complete and devoted fervour. No ifs, no buts, no nuance but pure, unadulterated Trotskyist thirst quenching goodness. That's why when I saw Red Kola I immediately reached out my cheap skate hand (just 39 pence) and seized the day.

Red Kola is not your run of the mill beverage. Oh no. The moment it hits your tongue your entire being is brought to attention and ordered to storm that machine gun nest soldier. And not in a good way.

I'd be lying if I denied that I wasn't tempted to spit that first mouthful out. It was less Kola and more some sort of foul triple X Iron Bru. No one could deny it has *flavour* - dear God it has that and then some, it's just whether that flavour is fit for the delicate human constitution.

I persevered, of course. In fact, by the time I was half way through I'd begun to think that I might even be enjoying the experience. It was hard to tell though through the incessant buzzing in my ears and my uncontrollable sobbing.

Perhaps a young and adventurous type might enjoy this sort of thing, it's the Cola equivalent of an extreme rollercoaster. There's something there that you know is possible to enjoy - you just can't imagine it happening to you.

In it's favour I was really was very pleased once I'd finished the can and could stop drinking the stuff. That's at least one plus then.