Fever tree Mediterranean tonic water, made with zesty lemon time from a small family farm in

province and essential oils from herbs that grow in the Mediterranean sunshine.

So if three quarters of your g and tea is a fever tree tonic,

maybe it's time to call it

a T and G.

Fever tree, mix with the best.

Ooh that takes me straight to the med.

It's Tuesday November the 14th, 1899, just before daybreak in London.

We're in Parliament Square beneath the great Gothic edifice of the Palace of Westminster.

It's cold, quiet.

In the gloom by the roadside stands a brand new structure.

It's covered in a top hall in, prepped for its unveiling.

At 22 feet high, it's impressive, or so we've been told.

Controversy surrounds it.

The details of today's big reveal have been kept rather vague, the better to avoid a scene.

In the half light a workman checks his pocket watch. He climbs a ladder and cuts a rope. As Big Ben strikes seven, the covering falls.

voila, he announces to his audience, just a lone police constable and a passing newspaper boy.

The statue is cast in bronze and set atop a massive granite plinth.

It's of a stern looking fellow, long hair touching his shoulders,

clad in a leather jerkin and thigh-high riding boots. His right hand rests on the hilt of his sword,

his left clutches a Bible. There's a simple inscription, just the years of his lifespan, 1599 to 1658, and his unadorned

name, Oliver Cromwell.

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