A short history of the great British improvement.
They came for beef dripping. We got margarine, then seed oils, then a cardiac ward in every hospital.
They came for butter. They told your grandmother it would kill her husband. The replacement was a tub of palm oil emulsified with rapeseed and a yellow dye, and her husband died of a heart attack in 1989 anyway.
They came for full-fat milk. We got skimmed milk, a vitamin D deficiency epidemic in children, and a cereal aisle fortified to plug the gap.
They came for mutton, the meat that fed every shepherd, miner, and mill worker for six hundred years. We got a chicken breast injected with water and a turkey twizzler.
They came for the kipper. We got a Findus boil-in-the-bag, dyed orange, and a fish oil capsule sold at the chemist to make up for the omega-3 nobody is eating.
They came for wool. We got polyester fleece, and microplastics in human placentas. Every one tested. Sixty-two out of sixty-two.
They came for leather. We got synthetic shoes that delaminate in eighteen months, and a high street with no cobbler.
They came for the cotton nappy. We got the disposable, and a landfill that will outlast the child wearing it.
They came for the cast iron pan handed down three generations. We got Teflon, and a forever chemical now found in 98% of British rivers.
They came for the wooden bowl your grandmother kneaded dough in. We got Tupperware, then BPA, then "BPA-free" plastic containing compounds we have not yet bothered to measure.
Now they are coming for the cow herself. The replacement is a textured pea isolate, extruded in a factory in the American Midwest, packaged in plastic, and marketed as the ethical option by a company called Cargill, who happen to be the third-largest meat processor in the United States.
Every traditional material we have been told to give up was working perfectly, for free, for centuries. Every industrial replacement has been worse for the body, worse for the land, and considerably better for the shareholders of the company that sold it.
The pattern is not subtle, and the people running it are not embarrassed.
Your great-grandmother is no longer here to call it.
You are.
I'm very sorry to announce that my show in Newcastle has just been cancelled by @TyneOperaHouse due to me having the 'wrong' opinions.
Thanks to the many people who've already bought tickets, your money will be refunded.
I'm going to try my best to find a different venue that allows freedom of thought and expression.
People came from far and wide to see our two shows in London last weekend. There were many in attendance who were not familiar with my work and did not previously share my views. The feedback has been entirely positive.
I really hope that more people will have the opportunity to experience 'ART-POCALYPSE'.
There is no relationship between CO2 and temperature. Blaming all warming on a trace gas that is plant food & humans exhale a ton every year is scandalous. It is giving us very bad expensive unnecessary energy policy all for the #ClimateScam
This is the route a family from Iran took.
As refugees you can seek a safe country, over seven countries every country they passed through was safe.
Not refugees economic migrants , it took them a year to get here.
Breaking….whistleblower inside the Health Science Center hospital has now provided evidence for the national inquiry that fraud was committed on death certificates to say Covid was the cause. Doctors are committing fraud! #citizensinquiry
Soon you will need a vaccine passport to travel internationally. Are you prepared to have (for example) monkey pox jabs for a week in the sun? All the WHO need to do is declare a pandemic. And if you don’t take the “cure��, you are going nowhere. You ok with this?
I absolutely love Candace Owens. Zelensky IS America’s welfare queen . I called this shady situation from the start. And yes I was ridiculously called a Putin sympathiser
I ask again - with a budget looming - how exactly did we end up with markets' puppet Sunak as PM and similarly compromised, uniformly loathed, CCP wet-dreaming Hunt, as chancellor? Our national circumstances are beyond parody.