Well, we finally bumped into a nazi organic eating mother, and Buddy managed to show me up in a spectacular fashion. We went into the campsite kitchen last night, and there she was, chopping up a vast array of root vegetables and oven cooking a chicken (holiday? Life’s too short, yeah?) Surrounded by a gaggle of rosy cheeked but incredibly miserable looking children (god, don’t their kids always look miserable?). So, she clocks me and starts going on about how hard it is to find organic veg in this particular town, and I nod, pretending that, you know, I have tried,
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