Friday 29 May 2009

Oh, for f***'s sake! It's only a Potato!

Why am I relentlessly mocked for my eating of the Potato in its various guises?
Sometimes it feels as though it's just mash and me versus the world and its bitter and twisted mis-interpretation of the glycemic index. I shouldn't have to feel cheap, dirty and used after a plate of chips. I shouldn't be compelled to shower after kettle crisps.