The vegan conversion

Subject: The vegan conversion

The weather never one to hang your proverbial hat on had started sunny as we set off leaving the green rural setting of Bishops Stortford behind as we sought the lottery of the M25 to take us westward across southern England and once more into Wales.
The M25 somehow encapsulates the busy helter-skelter life which personifies London. Its overcrowded suburbs where people live, cheek by jowl close to the economic power house of jobs and prosperity. There are not many days when you can drive along this 4 lane strip of concrete without being forced down into a crawl as drivers inch their way forward cursing their luck and ringing on ahead to say they will be late. The highway at enormous cost has been widened to take more and more traffic but it's never enough. Like a sponge it absorbs more until it becomes and once more waterlogged with cars and gigantic lorries which, with messianic determination enter the road each day believing that this time it will be ok.
Well this time it was, having avoided rush hour ( more like three hours of rush ). The sky was blue I was being chauffeured by Andrew and I thought I can now relax. Settling in a car for a 4 hour journey we sped  along at between 70 and 80mph discussing the benefits of Veganism !!!
Now it seems to me that like religion being a vegan  brings out a messianic aspects of character, the belief is so strong that we who are not yet disciples are missing out on one of the great truths of life. We have to be converted, we have to see the errors of our ways, and in the case of a vegan conversion we have to hear the squeal of the dying pig. After sitting in the car for 4 hours, I was then dragged off to a vegan restaurant to be fed food which strangely has been modified to look like the stuff you mustn't eat, a sausage look a like non sausage.

The vegans eating in the restaurant all looked revoltingly healthy compared to the fatties emerging from MacDonald's but somehow I feel they may, like the 60s hippies indulge in other habits which I frown on.
This morning I'm hoping for bacon and eggs when Angela comes around.