Happy New Year to one and all. I haven't been in the mood to write for a while, Christmas had me cream crackered what with driving to Ireland to collect my mother, stopping off at my friends house in Kildare for a catch up drink which never ends that well for my head but I always enjoy. Then driving back to London again. Obviously not all in the same day but still, its tiring.
Yesterday I got a call from a chap up the road who was going shooting and wondered if I would like a bird once the day was over. Even though I agree that it is wrong to kill a bird for sport and then not eat it, I did have difficulty with the fact that I would have to pluck the thing and I think that that was a bridge too far for me. On this years Masterchef they had to pluck a pigeon prior to trussing it and how badly some of them did it was just upsetting! I wouldn't want to do a disservice to the creature. By the end of the conversation it was agreed that if the butcher took a few from him I would pay to have it plucked and the innards taken out. So as it turns out I am too chicken to pluck a bird!