Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

'Easy Open' Bacon Is a Pack of Lies

Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

'Easy Open' Bacon Is a Pack of Lies

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Byline: gary bainbridge One man's struggle with the 21st century. Follow Gary on Twitter @Gary_Bainbridge or email him at gary.bainbridge@trinitymirror.com

LYING is what separates us from the animals - that and horrifying hygiene regimes. Hamsters don't lie. Dogs don't fib. Cats... well, let's gloss over that one.

When was the last time you heard a goldfish tell a porky pie? They don't, unless they're fibbing when they say: "I don't remember."

And dissembling is not necessarily a bad thing. "No, no, you look lovely in that." "Mustn't grumble." "Fine, thank you. How are you?" They are all lies, told in order to grease the mechanism of human intercourse.

If you do not believe me that lying is not necessarily a bad thing, bear in mind that the biggest indicator that somebody is a Grade A pillock, to be avoided at parties, is that he "calls a spade a spade" and "tells it as it is".

But some lies are awful. And there is one lie that is the worst of all. We are not talking about piffling lies like "Brexit won't cause any pain at all" or "We're gonna build a wall and Mexico is going to pay for it" or "Really, it's no trouble at all".

And the worst thing about this lie is that we all fall for it, every time we hear it. It is a flaw in human nature.

I fell for it twice in five minutes this week.

I came home last Wednesday to find that the light had gone off in my fridge. Further inspection uncovered that a circuit had been tripped. I switched it back on. The light came on in the fridge. It made the usual fridgey humming sound. And everything was still cold.

"Phew!" I thought. "No harm done. It is just one of those inexplicable things. Everything is going to be fine."

Sometimes we lie to ourselves. On Friday morning, it was warmer inside my fridge than outside my fridge, and my freezer could have been used to prove bread dough. My milk was becoming cheese, and my cheese was on its way to becoming blue cheese.

A man told me my fridge-freezer was not working, and that he would replace it the following Monday. I had to throw out the food in my fridge-freezer, and by the time Monday came I was growing tired of eating food that had come out of tins or had been chosen from a long list behind a counter. …

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