I accept the responsibility for all the nasty business of killing the stuff I eat. Just as I accept the tank full of petrol probably is not unconnected with whats going on in Iraq.

But as an ex sea angler, I don't think that's got bugger all to do with anything. My big push in life was to take a 50lb conger from where it was happily existing under one of the rocks in the 'snake pit' off pulpit rock near portland bill.

I never managed it, though I killed a lot of other big fish in my quest. They were probably better at being fishes than I was at being a man.

One or two places do conger steaks, but they're a bit boney I'm told. Apparently most of the congers caught end up as cat food.

Admit it. You like the hunt, the killing etc. I always did. And I refuse to get tearful about Christopher Robin's Piglet in my sausage roll.