I’ve never been tempted to try bluefin tuna; tinned skipjack is my tuna of choice. But some time soon I will venture to Nobu, beloved eatery of the glitterati and Heat!-seeking wannabes, and take great pleasure in ordering some.
Nor do I eat meat every day, but from now on my Mondays will kick off with a bacon sandwich, chicken for lunch, and a gourmet hamburger for dinner. I might end up feeling nauseous, but I will feel satisfied for making a stand against proselytising celebrities who are on a self-serving mission to tell us what we can or can’t eat.
As fashionable issues go, fur is passé, global warming is over-subscribed, and Third World poverty has been annexed by Bob "Give us the money now" Geldof and St Bono. So the focus for anyone in search of a headline is food.