I’ve been watching his stuff ever since he decided to travel round the UK eating roadkill and women’s placentas. He seems to me to be honest, reliable, a laugh and not doing any harm. Whilst he can get a bit Righteous (copyright LegIron), ultimately, the choice is up to me whether I decide to eat an organic chicken or a £1.99 avian abortion from Tescos.
What I do like is that he ultimately wants YOU to responsible for what you eat, whereas every other cunt in any position of power from Fat Tongue Oliver with his school meals and trying to indoctrinate fat stupid northerners not to live on a diet of pot noodles and fried lard to Gordon Browns “eat up all your greens” initiatives all want you do exactly as they say.
I also like the idea of spotting edible stuff around you. Since I have been watching his stuff, I have bought a rifle, been crabbing with the kids, caught mackerel with the kids (and a seagull, another story) and Farqham Hall now has three resident chickens (Felicity, Sally Jigzoid and Umdabanigi Sithole) to show the kids that eggs come out of chickens arses and animals need to be looked after if they are going to thrive.
There’s something very plain and simple about producing food that you eat. It warms my cockles and if Farqham Hall was larger, I’d own a pig. Instead, I sponsor a pig called Mohammed which will be sent to me when it is big enough and I will eat it.
So I read with amusement an article by AA Gill in the Times today that calls Hugh a cunt.
“Self-sufficiency is not an admirable goal, it’s small-minded, selfish, mean, mistrustful and ultimately fascist. It ends up with people waving shotguns at strangers over their garden gates.”
What do you reckon? The fact HFW went to Eton makes it all the more amusing. I don’t care what you eat, in fact, the sooner fat cunts eat themselves to death, the better, but I have to say, his recipes are fucking ace.