It is after a couple of drinks that the stories begin to flow. Tales of error and embarrassment that hope to find a sympathic ear. It was at this time that the long time vegetarian told us of the error he made that day. In the supermarket as he was with his equally vegetarian wife he came upon the stand of pre-cooked chicken and was struck for a moment that it would be fun to take hold of one and make some joke or other. He seized the bag and immediately regretted it, struck at once as he was with the inescapably dead weight. He froze in horror at his mistake drenched in the palpable knowledge that this kind of death could not be the source of amusement. Not for him at least.