In the Co-Op yesterday, paid for my goods (served by the clerasil brigade as usual that required an extra person to ID me), then spotted this:

I’ve never bought the Eastern Daily Press before, but felt compelled to buy a copy of it. How living in East Anglia could I not have known about the death of Bernard Matthews – well maybe it’s because I never watch local TV.

Clearly I’ve been watching too much of Frankie Boyle recently, since my immediate thought was “Bit of a pisser dying just before the biggest turkey season of the year”, but then I thought “well he did make it through thanksgiving, so at least he’d mop up all the US people in the UK”.