14 April 2012
Twenty-six years ago, journalist John Nicholson, previous nominee for the Sports Book Of The Year award in the UK, decided to move with his partner to a rural cottage.
While there, they decided, they would live as naturally as possible, keeping chickens for eggs and meat.
However, when they tried to dispatch one of the birds, the results were so gross they decided to never do it again.
So, went their logic, if they weren't prepared to kill their own food then they wouldn't feel morally comfortable asking someone else to do it for them so they decided to become vegetarian.
It's an argument proffered by many vegetarians who argue that anyone who eats pork or beef should go to an abattoir and see where their meat actually comes from.
It's fine as far as it goes, but like a lot of arguments in favour of vegetarianism, it's simplistic -- a bit like saying that if you can't fly a plane then you shouldn't use air travel.
But Nicholson decided that they would live the veggie life -- lots of beans and pulses, plenty of soy products and, in general, they would have a healthy lifestyle. In fact he went to the next stage and became a vegan.
There was, however, one problem -- Nicholson spent the next 26 years feeling awful, in discomfort or pain from Irritable Bowel Syndrome, overweight and lacking in energy.
Anyone who gets through his chapter on how he coped, and sometimes didn't, with his constant need to go to the bathroom will understand just how awful it was. He pulls no punches and you have to admire him for being so honest about such an embarrassing condition.
But this is not a book of self pity -- it's a book of humour, some exquisite writing and, most importantly, a terrible burning anger; an anger against elements of the vegetarian movement, an anger against himself for believing some of the things he had been told, but most of all, an anger against the medical establishment, in particular the dieticians and nutritionists of the NHS, as well as the GPs who failed to take his predicament seriously.
After all, he told them, he was living a healthy life, he didn't eat meat or processed food and he should be the poster boy for healthy living. Yet here he was, plagued with stomach problems, depressed and constantly farting -- and that was the least of his physical woes.