Seems like every other cunting columnist is having a pop at Delia Smith for allegedly 'promoting' shopping at the suppermarket instead of extolling the various virtues of organic produce and all that nonsensical local and seasonal buying spam. While normally I wouldn't give a frying fuck about Delia, her critics, or such mind-numbing issues in general I do in this case because I feel that good old Delia is being flambeed for nothing except maybe making an extra buck.
Buying at the supermarket is the most practical option and I, like most, have no inclination to dash about London in a manic frenzy to get a slab of yellowfin from a specialist fishmonger, pudding from some trendy yoga cafe and other foodstuff essentials from scumbag extortionists disguised as greengrocers. One because I'd probably have to sell both my kidneys to afford it and two who's got time for that?
I suspect the trifling epicures that espouse this kibosh and get paid for it handsomely. But never mind and besides: you're only fooling yourselves, because even the 'locally sourced produce' can't be that local in London - essentially a concrete jungle - with not a single cheery-chicken farm or barley field in sight. No, not many mushrooms and parsnips sprouting by the roadside here either but perhaps all those liberal-minded, muesli-munching, organic-lifestyle-endorsing, fair-trade-buying, conscience-shaking, planet-saving, unctuous, do-gooding cunts know something I don't. Perhaps I'm ignorant and environmentally unfriendly and if so let it be known that I like it that way so go fuck yourselves you smarmy sanctimonious bastards oh and Delia, love, you're alright...still ain't gonna buy your cocking book though.
22/02/08 @ 18:42