I really need to visit Britishland again, not just for personal reasons but to do my bit to reverse an alarming trend.
This is the most depressing article I’ve read all week, and it may explain a whole lot about the nation that Britishland has become:
Brits are eating less meat, potatoes and bread than ever before, according to data tracking the nation’s food purchases over the last six decades.
Red meat consumption has plunged by up to 81 per cent since the 70s amid health fears, the steady rise of veganism and growing concerns about climate change.
Then again, perhaps it’s the slow brain death caused by a low-meat / vegan diet that has allowed a nation of skeptics to become a nation of fearful wussies: where the .Britgov can pass a law that makes ownership of cars illegal by a certain date without said .Britgov being sent en masse to the gallows, and where Brits can not only get arrested for posting mean tweets, but allow themselves to be arrested therefor.
But all this has just made me want to add a little something to my morning breakfast (and it’s not a second gin, shuddup):
Excuse me…