“I, for one, wasn’t put on this earth to make life easy for British farmers, who are a reactionary and misanthropic lot as a rule – gaily destroying wildlife, backing blood sports, feeding animals the remains of their relatives and driving them mad. The EU has done enough to feather their nests; I don’t need to add to their nest eggs when I go shopping. This sort of backward thinking, taken to its logical conclusion, would also see the return of morris dancing, inbreeding and operations without benefit of anaesthetic.”
It’s enough to make you go out and buy The Guardian – Madeleine Fucking Bunting ‘n’ all.
It seems “The Greatest Living Bristolian'”(Hint to da kids: she left town fast at seventeen), Julie Burchill, has come out of retirement (again) and taken time out from her theology degree to slam the middle class useless brigade, their cloying moralising tendencies around food and their tedious obsession with “small shops”.
Julie instead offers up warm praise for her local Tescos. Enjoy – because it’s not often you’ll find a Bristolian writer nailing their subject:
“That I might go looking for proof of my worth over the wet fish counter seems quite eye-wateringly daft.”
The master at work can be found here.