I don't know why but lately I have been giving more thought to chickens and I think I'm not going to eat them anymore, unless I raise them myself and give them a name and a carefree range of my fathers sprawling fields, with the mist from the Lake on a windy day moistening their feathers. A lovely happy life before being killed in a humAne way, just like the clones in Kazuo Ishiguros lovely book, except quicker.
The image above is of Ian Wilmot and Dolly; "the world's most famous sheep". If you don't feel like the book, the film adaptation will be released in September, directed by Mark Romanek, and it is sure to be thrilling, his first feature since 'One Hour Photo', after he bailed on 'Wolfman', which I am sure wouldn't have been such a FLOP if he had finished directing it.
