When I was a younger man, if someone had come up to me in the old Wheatsheaf pub in Camden on a Friday night and said they wanted to tax my meat, I would have embraced the experience with humble gratitude. But how things have changed! Now the last thing anyone wants is to see their meat being taxed. Stand up and fight!
While the Tories have been in Manchester all week lying about everything to the applause of half-empty rooms full of soul-dead ragdolls from haunted toy shops in 1960s British portmanteau horror films, I in turn have spent the past seven days deliberately eating far too much meat. Stand up and fight! Stand up and fight!!
