At long long last, Mr B has gone an got himself his own blog. Read him every day, link to him, add him to your blog roll - go on, you know it makes sense if for no other reason that stuff like this ...

NOW I'VE never eaten a guinea pig, although I’m told that it’s something of a delicacy in parts of South America. To me, a guinea pig is a small furry creature akin to a rat that you allow your children to play with until they become bored and graduate to a proper animal like a ferret, a falcon or a lurcher. At which point the guinea pig gets “released into the wild”, a useful euphemism for being dropped on its head and then chucked in the bin.