I was listening to Radio Five the other day when they’d got together various political and industry experts for what they called the Horse Meat Summit because they they couldn’t think of anything snappier, until a listener pointed out that it should be called Equestion Time.
But the least surprising thing is that the only people who appear to be exorcised by this shocking business are the media, politicians and professional pundits. The rest of the population are quite sanguine about the whole affair as far as I can tell.
What has been interesting though is that the reaction of the chattering classes has given away their personal agendas.
Opposition politicians blame the government; anti-bureaucracy nuts slag off the Food Standards Agency; little islanders have a go at Europe; immigration worriers blame Johnny Romanian; while the anti-globalisation movement pour scorn on Tesco et al.
The bankers must be delighted that no-one is blaming them, although I’m sure it will get round to being their fault eventually.
But the rest of us can’t quite get heated about it. Okay, so I’d rather that my beef lasagne contained beef as it claims and not a cheaper equine alternative, but I doubt if I’d be able to taste the difference.
And what’s wrong with eating horse anyway? Our friends across the channel do it all the time and personally I’ve been served things like frogs legs, snails, rabbit, pigeon and kudu without being in the least bit nauseous.
It seems to me that this is yet another subject which some people can go out of their way to be offended by.
But just to show that no news is ever new, here is some footage of the 1948 horsemeat scandal: