Around what I would call lunch time today, my nephew Joe came round bringing with him his breakfast - left over pizza from the previous evening. It was not a pizza any self-respecting Italian would recognise! Thick and soggy it was covered with lumps of a grey substance which I am told is donna kebab (not something any self-respecting Turk would recognise, I hope). He ate this concoction cold.

My father and I had smoked salmon sandwiches for lunch shortly after.

At tea-time Joe's father dropped him off his regular Saturday fish, chips and curry sauce (not a curry any self-respecting Indian would recognise). He was not yet hungry.

Two hours later my father and I also had fish and chips which I cooked from scratch for dinner. Joe then ate his warmed up in their wrapping in the microwave.

The odd thing is that Joe really appreciates good food, and yet he can eat this junk.

I should say that I have nothing against fish and chips from the chippy, but not ones that have gone cold and soggy and have been reheated! Nor do I object to a good take-away pizza. Just not cold and a day old with that strange grey topping.