It's NOT my Meatless Day!

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I have just popped two pieces of oxtail into my slo-cooker to simmer away all day. The pack contained just the two chunks and put me back £2.40.

Now I don't know exactly how many knobbly joints an ox has in its tail....but lets say twelve of the largest with enough meat on them for cooking.

That makes the tail worth £14.40......just think how much a whole ruddy ox is worth?

And do you know it's classed as offal.....and that always used to be fairly cheap.

Do you want to see a picture of an oxtail?.....No.

Do I have any music about an oxtail?......No.

However there was a song published during WW1 about giving up meat to help the war effort.

I also read earlier this year that:-

"The Belgian city of Ghent is about to become the first in the world to go vegetarian at least once a week.

Starting this week there will be a regular weekly meatless day, in which civil servants and elected councillors will opt for vegetarian meals.

Ghent means to recognise the impact of livestock on the environment.

The UN says livestock is responsible for nearly one-fifth of global greenhouse gas emissions, hence Ghent's declaration of a weekly "veggie day".

Public officials and politicians will be the first to give up meat for a day."

Whilst I have nothing against vegetarian beliefs, I do hope this sort of this does not spread as part of this 'global warming' hoax.

Now back to the song......it was a long one, so here is just a knobbly bit.

For just one day a week, it's true,

I helps to win the War I do,

I don't sell flags about the street

I go without my piece of meat

And as I pass the butchers' shops,

I hear them shout "Buy, buy"

I draws me belt in four more holes

And sadly I reply.

It's my meatless day,

My meatless day

I'm not going to eat,

any sort of meat, meat, meat, meat.

As a farmer's boy, I lived near York,

On the day the pig died, we had pork,

Next day the old cow died and we

Had beef for breakfast, dinner and tea,

We had mutton when the sheep pegged out,

We all got overfed

Next day the Farmer's missus died

and this is what I said.

It's my meatless day,

My meatless day

I'm not going to eat,

any sort of meat, meat, meat, meat.