Here’s a story about a store in London selling squirrel meat.

Now, I’ve never had squirrel meat — but I’m bright enough to know squirrels were commonly hunted and eaten in our nation’s recent past.  So they’ve got to be reasonably good eating — and of course, they’re plentiful, as the store owners point out.

But I loved this passage:

The actor and Viva patron Jenny Seagrove said selling squirrel meat was “unbelievable”.

“Anyone who cares about wildlife, as I do, should be appalled at Budgens for allowing this,” she said.

What’s unbelievable is that someone at once as colossally stupid and self-important as “actor” Jenny Seagrove should think she deserves to be taken seriously.  Or that The Guardian should expect us to do so.  Or that we’re to believe that a coddled “actor” has any care for “wildlife” beyond perhaps liking pictures of the cute, furry creatures.

As an aside, why are we expected nowadays to write like utter numbskulls, mixing masculine and feminine pronouns willy-nilly in a misguided effort at fairness, yet we can no longer use the feminine-specific “actress” — for females?!?

I sure wish I lived in London so I could support this store — and try some squirrel meat!