“Meat to vegans means carbon, methane and melting ice caps” The great negative about January is how it was manipulated by a few marketing executives from a jolly child into a despotic teenager. This once enjoyable four weeks of winter has become 31 days of tyranny. The new you, in this new year, is a joyless husk: alcohol-free, bloated on noble resolution, yet miserably skinny from gym membership and plant-based food.
Ah yes, that pulse-laden, joyless sting in the tail of this martinet month. Veganism has picked up the British culinary winter staples, the unctuous beef stews, the suet dumplings and pheasant casseroles, and thrown them into the bin. These delights have been vilified and demonised, sacrificed at the altar of Veganuary.
In many ways, I admire vegans for taking…
