Hola. Hope you are well.
This whole horse meat in foods has made me question whether as a society we are horse-ist. I’m sure if we’d been brought up to eat horse burgers or horse lasagna we would now be appalled if we heard there were percentages of cow meat in our burgers. It seems odd that we should object to eating one type of animal and ahead of another. Admittedly I would object to eating human.
It’s not like we the public objected on grounds of taste. It wasn’t if we were going round saying, “This burger tastes horsey”. We had no idea. Although I’m sure everyone and anyone who has ever eaten cheap burgers has never lived under the illusion that they were made with the finest of meat cuts.
For me the most worrying thing about this whole thing is that the supermarkets involved seemed to have no idea what was going on, or seemed to care that much. I’m sure what will happen in the future is that supermarkets will phase out these cheap burgers and only provide quality burgers but naturally the only way they will be able ensure this quality is by putting up the prices. So essentially we the public will be paying for a crisis we had no involvement in its making. Where have we heard that before?
It is a wonder that between The Grand National and our unwitting consumption, that there are any horses left in existence.
On to Pope Benedict, who resigned this week, becoming the first Pope to resign in 600 years. He decided to step down on health grounds, which seems acceptable as he is 85. However, every other Pope seems to have left the post via death, which in many ways is the ultimate health reason.
And Finally… on to me. This week at work I finally got round to creating a PIN number for my printing and photocopying account (it’s never dull with me). I had to create a 5 digit number, initially I was going to go with 91011 (as in 9, 10, 11) but then I thought I’d go with Nelson Mandela’s prison number. I was quite pleased with myself, not only had I been able to sort my PIN number out with little hassle but I was able to make a personal nod of honour towards Nelson Mandela. I’m sure if Nelson is reading this, on some level he may think this act makes up for spending 27 yrs in prison.
Typically of me I set my PIN and then only afterwards out of curiosity thought to check it was the correct number. I’m sure most sensible adults would have done this the other way round. Naturally overtime I had muddled the numbers and got the 4’s and 6’s the wrong way round. So yesterday I had to change my PIN number to that of Mandela’s prison number, but this time it didn’t seem such a historic occasion. I suppose it’s like the old adage, ‘you only get one chance to make a first set of numbers for your photocopying account.”
Til next time, stay safe!