Eco Warriors abound

I have a friend who's a bit of an eco-warrior. Not in any kind of grungy, long hair with dreadlocks, doesn't wash, climbs trees and hugs them, wears hand knitted jumpers made from hemp kind of way - but in a mild, re-cycle bin, sorts coloured from clear glass, has Tesco bag-for-life kind of way. The fact that he drives about 500 miles each week in a turbo diesel BMW is irrelevant (he can't walk to where he's going - can he?) - and when I think about it I can hardly comment on that while I am driving my big three ton 'Yorkie bars aren't for girls' truck around Surrey - now can I?

On Sunday we went for food in London at an 'Organic' establishment. This made me feel quite peculiar - brown re-cycled paper knapkins - and food sourced from fair trade producers - yaddah yaddah yaddah. I also had to pass comment (you - pass comment - no! - you're kidding?) on how pale and ill and whispy the rest of the patrons looked. One gust of wind and they would all collapse, and be blown away! 

There was a lady sitting near us with a little girl - the lady was eating sushi and the child was munching her way through some raisins, and bits of veg and stuff. (I know she would have killed for a Big Mac and fries!) 

I think it must just be me - but vegetarian and organic types always look  a bit miserable (as if there are too many rules to adhere to) and my instinct is to fatten them up with red meat, feed them some chips, and give them a few glasses of champagne - then take them to a casino followed by a nice visit to a whore house! 

I suppose (due to copious amounts of peer pressure) that eventually I too will become the kind of person who re-cyles, eats organic and is aware of my carbon footprint - but somehow I don't think it will be any time soon!!!