I eventually leave, dispirited but filled with an urge to nourish something, anything, so I go home, thaw the biggest rat in my freezer (under the ice cream, next to the peas), and feed my python. This is not a euphemism.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Swallowing a dead rat
James Jeffrey, Strewth columnist for the Australian, writes in this week’s Spectator Diary that he attended a swimsuit parade at Rosemount Australian Fashion Week in Sydney and became depressed at the sight of so many “malnourished creatures with dead expressions” on the catwalk: