300 acres and a fool:
I fear in this looking glass world as the thunder rumbles and big greasy rain drops run down the window pane that it's not just the after effects of too much beer that's making me un-easy. When sensible papers like the Observer can run uncritical tosh like this it all feels like it's getting out of hand!
It's from an ethical issue of their magazine, ethics in this case being something you buy if your family made a killing selling cling filmed inorganic intensively reared meat and strip mining Africa. Isn't it time all journalists remembered what the best of them know that it's not just not about writing down what famous/rich/posh people say you have to ask the odd question or raise the odd eye brow or do they all think we should listen to the soothing tales of someone who couriers organic cabbages 200 miles so she can "provide the best for them at all costs" for her kids is the way forward?
5 minutes later up date:
sorry I take it all back it all an extended post modern joke as this piece can't be real no serious newspaper would listen to this stream of (unconsidered) consciousness without butting in I see now the whole issue is a satire they've even got their boring wine writer making wine kits to save the odd shilling so it must be a joke.