Very strange being in ‘the Palace’ when the place is deserted. So far today, I confess I haven’t got much work done, though the night is still young. I’ve cleaned the London flat, had a nice and healthy late lunch at http://vitaorganic.gofreeserve.com/, bought a wetsuit and a new dive mask under the arches at Charing Cross station (from a shop, not a vagrant, for the avoidance of doubt) and I’m now in the office.
Hope to get back to Bristol tonight, but Team Ed Balls is trying to lure me out for dinner which I suspect will be rather less healthy than lunch.
Speaking of not-so-healthy vegan food, Jan Moir has done a bit of a hatchet job in the Mail on Heather Mills’ vegan cafe in Hove, V-Bites. Obviously not quite in the Stephen Gately sphere of bad journalism, but, regardless of what you think of Heather, sending meat-eating Jan Moir to review the food is a fairly pointless exercise. I’ve been there, and it’s great. And pur-lease… that old line about why do we eat meat substitutes when we object to eating meat? It’s the “dead” part of it we don’t like, not the taste. And anyway, as Ms Moir points out, it probably tastes very little like the real thing anyway. Leave us alone with our Cheezly and our Vegi-deli rashers.
On a tangentially related theme… great news that Catalonia has banned bullfighting. I added my name to a letter to the Catalan Deputies recently, urging them to back the ban. Was a bit worried this would be viewed as soft animal-loving Brits (Jan Moir notwithstanding) sticking our nose in where it wasn’t wanted, but I was assured our support was welcome. Good on them.