Bird Flu has been found in Egypt and, as expected, the locals are in a panic. The little farmyard fowl is having his throat cut as I speak, as are the turkey, duck and pigeon cousins. There are rumours that KFC will be out of business within a week. Supermarkets are girding up their loins for an attack on their frozen chickens and eggs. Will their stocks be dumped on the street like Danish butter?
I am sorry but I have always been a risk-taker. I shall have my KFC (if ithey stay open long enough), and my frozen supermarket chicken, and my fried eggs on a Saturday morning! This bird flu is a serious thing, I have no doubt, but I am not going to be put off my food by ridiculous hyped-up media reports that extol doom and gloom. There are people who panic if the toilet doesn't flush properly. This flu thing is bad for the economy and bad for my Saturday breakfasts! (If we get to the mask-wearing stage I shall clean my eggs thoroughly in vinegar and burn my chicken all the way through).
The larger poultry producers have checks and measures, I'm sure, so I shall put my trust in them.
By the way, if I'm going to die I am going to have to put a tick next to cigarette smoker, imbiber of alcohol, bad driver and consumer of eggs (I won't even go into bacon at this stage in history). Where would I tick? Couldn't give a damn. I could be road-kill tomorrow. Prejudice is an incredibly powerful habit and I won't bow to it.