The lavish dining arrangements – disclosed by the Japanese Government which is hosting the summit in Hokkaido – come amid growing concern over rising food prices triggered by a shortage of many basic necessities.
On the flight to the summit, Mr Brown urged Britons to cut food waste as part of a global drive to help avert the food crisis.
Maybe they could start by cutting the PM’s rations.
You couldn’t make this stuff up.
Back in 1973, my father had a bumper sticker on his car that read, “Be thrifty. Drive 50. So Nixon can fly!”
Just as Orwell pointed out long ago, “All animals are created equal. Only some are more equal than others.”
Does Brown actually, really think that Britons not clearing their plates causes hunger anywhere else in the world?
When he proposes abolishing EU farm subsidies, I’ll think he’s serious about food production and hunger.
“Clean your place because there are children starving in Europe/Japan/China/India/Africa” is so ’40s and ’50s. But what else has the Left got these days besides Hope™, Change® and kitschy nostalgia?
I’m no culinary expert, but I used to work in the food industry. I’ve worked high dollar banquets as both a bus boy and later as wait staff. I ultimately worked into management.
The writer is comparing number of plates, to number of calories. But usually the portions are much smaller than what you would eat at home. It’s designed to be a total meal by size, not 6 or 8 different full sized meals on 6 or 8 plates.
I doubt that starving children in Africa are starving because they ate caviar and eel and drank champagne in Japan. Mostly they are starving because their leaders, war lords or religious leaders keep them hungry.
I read the menu, I’d rather go hungry.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article1393761.ece?enlargePopup=true
“Drink your coffee! Think of all the sleepy children in Ethiopia!”
Does a possum and a six pack count as a seven course meal?
I suppose the inconsistency between the elites’ words and deeds is to be expected. We are merely serfs, toiling away on their manor.
And to the extent they even bother to think about us, we’re only expected to tug our forelocks when they pass by.