Well yes I like the occasional banana, but it just infuriates me when people brazenly assume I delight in their consumption at every available opportunity. I can choose, that’s the point; that is what is missed. I mean some of us go legitimately wild for a simple berry, discovered on the ground. Is that so hard to comprehend?A berry today, perhaps an insect in the throes of death tomorrow. That is one of the freedoms of modern society, one which I regularly indulge in.

I believe images of an ecstatic simian, yellow fruit in hand, are so excruciatingly pervasive it is no wonder this prejudice has emerged and yet… can we not bear in mind the dictum, upon meeting someone for the first time; I do not know what he likes to eat. I do not know what food stuffs he regularly consumes. What is his favourite food? I do not know. Despite our plethora of fur, our penchant for scratching our own bottoms, despite all the trappings of the lesser primate, this statement remains the same. We would all do well to remember that.