This was meant to be done yesterday – I was too drunk and tired to do it though. APPLE LOOGIES.
I’ve just made a startling realisation – of my last 12 pints of milk, all 12 pints of them have been of the organic variety. Also I just bought an organic, free-range chicken. From Waitrose. What the hell has happened to me?
Putting aside (vast) monetary concerns – these things are more expensive than non-organic and non-free-range, after all, and ignoring the fact that Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and his stupid name were telling me to BUY ORGANIC, YOU PLEB a while back… oh, and Jamie Oliver too. And his fat tongue. Anyway, ignoring all those mitigating factors I have little idea why this has transpired.
I do give a shit about some animals, but I’m both very selective and something of a hypocrite when it comes to animal welfare and the well-being of creatures. Especially those bred entirely for the purpose of being eaten. Safe to say, PETA probably wouldn’t have me on their books at any point in the near future.
No, this is probably a combination of a sub-conscious reaction to one thing and a rather conscious reaction to another. The former is likely my brain remembering the stories about the quality of non-organic produce and how it, as they say, is ‘full of shit’. Often literally. There was an article on the Grauniad about it a while back that even made my normally iron-constitution look a little bit rusty and weakened. Absorbed faecal matter – nom.
The more conscious reason has to be awarded to my darling girlfriend, whose constant badgering (organic badgering, of course) has actually had an effect. After all, I am but a spineless pleb, incapable of standing up for myself.
But sod it, organic stuff is less evil, and contrary to popular belief I don’t like being evil. I am officially an organic twat.