This nice little comic strip is from Lara over at Lola Lollipop. It reminds me that, however I feel about eating quality vegetarian food and maintaining an exercise regime that sustains the svelt, debonair figure you see on my contact page, whatever anyone else wants to eat is none of my damn business.
Obviously there are shades of politically incorrect food - Foie Gras and the like being at the extreme end of the scale. But honestly, are you really going to tell other people what to eat? Where do you stop with that philosophy? In order to be consistent in your approach you’d have to tell people how to behave in public, what kind of jobs to choose, which mode of transport to take, and which side to dress on (one for the gentlemen). What am I, your mother? Work it out dumbo.
Next you’ll be telling people which party to vote for. But what if you, like most vegetarians, have extreme right wing views? That’s a good way to lose friends.
I always hated that Billy Joel song where he says this is my life go ahead with your own life leave me alone. Think it’s called 52nd Street. But he has a point. Leave me alone.
Wonder if there’s a vegetarian equivalent of Foie Gras. Would probably involve stuffing pumpkins or something and therefore be considered cruel by many veggies.
Maybe I could start a new political party. Non-Fascist Vegetarians. Not likely to get much support from meat-eaters though. And other vegetarians wouldn’t know what non-fascist meant.
- George
It’s going to be a bumper Halloween here in the Armstong household. For those of you unfamiliar with my pumpkin dilemmas, see 
So I was having my pre-dinner martini on the lawn and feeling that everything was just fine in the world, when I suddenly became aware of another presence nearby. I looked around and saw that not four feet away was a chicken.
It’s a mere two weeks since I last wrote about my pumpkin fears (
You must admit, it’s not every day that someone comes to you with a pumpkin dilemma. But that’s what I’m doing here. You see, I planted these babies from seed a couple of months back and didn’t really know what to expect. I started them out in a little seed tray and watched them develop on my window sill. Within a week, they’d outgrown the seed tray. I just figured it was because daddy was here to look after them and patted myself on the back for being an excellent parent.
Not only that, but as each plant has roughly four pumpkins, I’m going to have to figure out what the hell to do with sixteen pumpkins at Halloween. I mean they’re going to be huge, you can’t just stick sixteen pumpkins under the sink. I’m going to have to build an extension onto the house.