I rather like my local farmers market. Yes, I know that farmers’ markets are full of insufferably smug Guardian readers pushing four wheel drive baby buggies and buying expensive vegetables and even more expensive meat and bread because it is organic or biodynamic or has been grown on a farm within cycling range of their Pashley Princesses of Christianabike tricycles. However, it has taken me over half a century to achieve my current fuller figure and I really need a generous and regular supply of classy comestibles to maintain it.
Here is a jolly video from London Farmers Markets about the latest scandal involving international agribusiness. I hope you don’t bridle at the humour when you watch it, in fact I hope you are a little hoarse from laughter at the end (geddit?)