As part of my research, I spent a week in Brighton with animal rights activists so austere their stare could curdle water. The head of a well-known anti-cruelty charity was helping me out, so I took her to lunch at a vegan restaurant. If meat really is murder, then I’ve been a willing Seven Day accomplice to terrible crimes for more than 50 years. I tried to find post-truth ways around vegetarianism like arguing with my wife that tuna sandwiches for lunch don’t count. I’m now cutting meat out one day a week.
