…that reading about this Shambo hullabaloo just makes me feel hungry? As it nears lunchtime, I find myself flicking to the Shambo webcam with alarming frequency and salivation. I had some of the finest beef ever whilst in India; no doubt their holy status improved the flavour. Wouldn’t you be tender if you felt all special inside?
Anyhows, perhaps it’s best not to eat TB-infected meat. (One of the many reasons I don’t shop in the ‘da!)
Whilst we’re on the subject: most of the tramps scuffling around Camden have a distinctly consumptive look about them…could the nice slaughter vets sort them out, too? I hope so. I live in fear of contracting something frightful whilst dashing to Pret. I’d even stop grumbling about the common agricultural policy if they did.
