I had an Ely moment in the poultry aisle of Elmer's End Tesco. I'm not now, nor will I ever be, a vegetarian, but the doomed and melancholy air that hangs around pallid rows of naked, trussed and oh-so-very-dead chickens is an inescapable reminder of the fundamental futility of existence. But when they are being piled high and selling for less than £1 a pound, it's hard not to intuit that something, somewhere has indeed gone terribly wrong.
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