20 SEPTEMBER 1963, Page 13

do hope that Mr. Hewertson will not consider me hysterical,

but the fact remains that on the only occasion on which I ate a broiler-house chicken I received an impression of sawdust lightly flavoured with some sort of gas.

Thereafter I have confined myself to birds which have led an orthodox life and therefore taste like chickens. However, the wants of my household are very modest and will not, I am sure, disturb that important part of the national economy of which Mr. Hewertson is so proud.