Don’t mourn our magical meal

CHRISTMAS gets harder every year, and not just for turkeys. Down in Bristol, a group of vegans got together to do what they do best; cry over the fate of some innocent animal destined for the dinner table. The vegans were mourning nine (!) turkeys who had been dispatched to the slaughterhouse from St Werburghs City Farm, just in time for Christmas.

Activist and organiser Sarah Nicol said: ‘ The turkeys caught people’s attention because they could see them, felt that they knew them. They were nine individuals.’

yes, individually delicious — when roasted, basted, served with gravy and (whisper it) pork chipolatas.

Vegans are only following their hearts and, really, bless them for caring. yet isn’t it wrong of them to insist that

people feel like they ‘know’ a turkey, even after feeding it some kibble or tickling its wattles on a city farm?

Is there really any intelligent or sentient thought behind those black beady eyes? As I once asked myself after interviewing Robbie Williams.

And who is going to tell these weeping vegans that nine is only a drop in the ocean of gravy? Brits consume ten million turkeys every Christmas, so they are all stuffed, in more ways than one.

Meanwhile, in other feel-good festive news, Cadbury has been accused of sharp practice by selling an Ultimate Selection Box that is 50 per cent more expensive that if the bars — including Crunchies and Dairy Milks — were purchased individually.

Santa! So grasping!