Tuesday, 31 July 2007

Close every door to me

No, not a song from "Joseph" and his amazing technicolour underpants, but an instruction for home this evening.

Someone, nearby, has been spreading something abominable on his fields. The smell is vile, and all the windows are closed despite it being warm. Even so, the occasional stench wafts through the living room.

Those who proclaim the perfection of vegetarianism conveniently forget that their cereal and root crops get their nutrients from animal crap. Highly organic, but hardly meat-free! (And that's to say nothing of those vegans who are now refusing to kiss meat-eaters, saying they couldn't possibly touch lips that have chewed meat!)

Ah, the joys of rural life.

1 comment:

  1. I agree, the processed shit is odious.

    However, I love the smell of a field of cow pies. Horse barns too.

    Beats a litter box and dog poop (both of which I have). Phew.