People have been asking all week about my colleague Kevin Warwick’s sweeping look at the city’s verdant vegetarian scene, as if I stood by while the food section was commandeered by joyless, flatulent, plant-eating cultists. At least there was room for haggis.

Truth is, I’m onboard with way more of the content expressed therein than I’m not (well, I don’t get down with vegan homophobes but that’s a different story).