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Mrs Monk’s
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Would-Be Diary
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Every Friday morning, before I go swimming, I circle around Leigh and watch the town wake up. The local butcher has his meat delivered around 7:30 a.m. and I sit by the bus stop and watch him unload. I have my camera ready as he carries Miss Piggy and Mr. Moo across to the butcher shop. The first time I pointed my camera at him, he walked normally with his carcass but then he pulled up his hoody. I tried to make some small talk and said, “Looks pretty heavy,” but he told me to, “Fuck Off”
This Friday I did my usual rounds, sat behind his meat truck, and took what I thought were clandestine shots from the comfort of my car, with doors locked, and that I was a veggie warriors, pulled up his hoody, and carried his bloody carcass. I didn’t talk to this one but I got the message.
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I intend to return next Friday. I will again shoot the butcher with my digital camera, even though it is turning me off meat. Maybe that’s why we are now into a Saturday Sushi fix of rice and fish
Shoestringonline co.uk July 16 2006
Uncle Meat Day
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