Stranger than comedy, anyway.<\/p>\n

I was sitting in a pub at the end of last year talking with a man known in the foodie community as The Sausage King<\/a>, but not a name I felt I could ask for him by in The Crown.<\/p>\n

You know something about food, he said. How about doing something on my radio show?<\/p>\n

I was trying to distance myself from food a bit which some recent photos show might be a good idea. So I suggested I did something else.<\/p>\n

What?<\/p>\n

I don’t know. Er, how about a celebrity chef gets kidnapped by a bankrupt battery chicken farmer and made to recant publicly after he’s campaigned for free-range hens? I’ll call it No Batteries Required<\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n

Ok, do it, he said. Darn.<\/p>\n

After stopping and starting a bit I did it. Predictably the chicken farmer gets arrested so I had a defence solicitor and a police sergeant review it to make sure at least the procedures were believable. I just had email from one of them today. “How did you know about the whatever? You’re not supposed to know that.”<\/p>\n

Without spoiling the story, the whatever was put in because it was the most ridiculous thing I could think of in the circumstances. I didn’t know about it. It’s almost as ludicrous as the chicken tattoo. But I so hope the Prime Minister really does have that tattooed on him where people can’t see it.<\/p>\n

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