Okey cokey then Mrs Macca, you've surpassed yourself big time. We went to Leeds for the weekend a couple of weeks back. On the M62 on the way home and we see a lorry load of pigs all packed in, their little ears flapping in the breeze. Now I'm a fan of pigs as it goes, cute little bastards aren't they, but not apparently to the extent that Mrs macca holds them in high regard. This is the conversation that took place, some of which may be slightly paraphrazed -
Mrs Macca - "Ahhhhhh, just look at how cute they are."
Me - "Mmmm, I know sweetheart, cute aren't they?"
Mrs Macca - "But how sad is it them all being crammed in there like that. It reminds me of Schindler's List."
Me - "What the fuck?"
Mrs Macca - "You know the bit where they're all on the train on the way to the concentration camp, and Liam Neeson is looking for Ben Kingsley?"
Me - "Are you fucking insane? Aside from the obvious cultural insensitivity, are you seriously comparing a lorry load of fucking pigs being driven to the bastard slaughter house with the attempted extermination of an entire race of people by a psychotic megalomaniac, you fucking idiot?"
Mrs Macca - "I was just fucking saying how sad it is for them, so there's no need to imply anything more into it. Anyway, it's probably even worse for the pigs when you think about it."
Me - "How the fuck can it be worse? I'm dying to hear this."
Mrs Macca - "I obviously don't mean slaughtering pigs is worse than humans soft arse. Bul when you think about it, the people on the trains knew that a terrible fate awaited them. Those poor pigs are happy as Larry thinking they're off on a nice drive but they're really off to get a bolt through the brain."
Me - ***Shakes head quite violently in abject disbelief, slips on a Nirvana CD on high volume and hums until the M57***