Lockdown
One of the many dehumanising aspects of lockdown was a constrained choice of charcuterie. Despairing at the predictability of the supermarket offering and reeling from the closure of local farm shops i visited the local butcher. Over a hastily erected hatch i was solemnly informed the local charcuterie supplier had been forced out of business due to losing access to the restaurant trade. Bereft and mumbling about the benefits of an acorn diet i stumbled back to my car. Prior to my last commute home from London I went a bit feral in M and S at Waterloo, thinking that there may be no food in the shops. This resulted in the purchase of 174 chciken goujons. I basiclaly bought my daughter her own body weight in coated chicken and felt like the best father in the world. The provider escaping to the shires from the doomed conurbation. In those early weeks of lockdown when toilet roll was harder to find than a sober Irishman we were told to only buy 'essentials'. This was never defi...