The pig, the whole pig and nothing but the pig
Imagine, if you will, Goliath, a lop-eared pig, living on a farm in the beautiful South Wales countryside in the early seventies. Raised and fattened along with his siblings while roaming free in a large field, he led an easy, if relatively short, life. He ate leftovers from the nearest school canteens, the farmer’s table and the acorns and pignuts he foraged in the oak surrounded field. He grew large and…