A few weeks ago the World Health Organisation delivered some cheery news, apparently bacon (along with ham and sausages) is carcinogenic. Can’t the WHO deliver good news for a change? Must they always be the grinch that stole Christmas? Part of me suspects that this was perhaps the master plan of some smug vegan scientist in the WHO who timed the release of information to coincide with the annual upsurge in ham consumption i.e Christmas. I don’t care if bacon gives me cancer. I am not giving it up. I love bacon. And frankly a live without bacon is not worth living, so bring on the cancer. Stuff the cancer prophesisers, they can go stick organic carrots up their pollop free butts. They can’t have bacon. They’ve taken everything else that gives us joy. They’ve taken cigarettes. They’ve taken alcohol. They’ve even taken the bloody sun. There was a time in my life where there was nothing I loved more than to sit on the beach smothered in baby oil smoking a ciggie and drinking champagne. Now I’m in a sun shirt, under an umbrella, covered in sunscreen. Hang on the sunscreen may contain nano-particles that could be like the asbestos of the future. Ok, so I’m not wearing sunscreen, I am inside on a sunbed. Hand on that emits ultraviolet radiation and causes skin cancer. Alright, I’m inside looking at a post card of someone on the beach getting cancer while enjoying some lovely bottled water. Hang on, is that plastic bottle BPA ? If not I could be drinking harmful toxins that have leached into the water from the plastic. And the water, it’s telling me its from some ground spring…but does it contain arsenic? Is the ground spring near a Coal Seam Gas Mine? Ok, so I’ll drink tap water. But that could contain fluoride. I might have to drink coke. Oh thats right, they took sugar as well. Maybe I should just lick the can. But thats aluminium. And Aluminium gives you bladder cancer. I’ll just slump down next to this wall…hang on, this wall..its made of…asbestos!!!! Everything gives you cancer. Chemicals give you cancer. We know that. Yet we continue to allow them to be sprayed on our food. We continue to use them to preserve our food. Lots of medications can give you cancer. Even Contraception. Definitely hormone therapy. That gives women breast cancer, but they don’t get angry and wrinkly and their vaginas don’t dry up so I guess there’s an upside? Bex gave people cancer. They certainly got the ‘good lie down’ that the manufacturers promised. Cadium and similar compounds used in tattoos will give you cancer. Air pollution will give you cancer. In fact there’s not much out there that won’t give you cancer. The World Health Organisation are certainly lining up and should put themselves as the number one on the list of things that will give you cancer. Perhaps the WHO should think about giving their message a more positive spin and release information about everything that won’t give you cancer. Thats a list I’d like to pin to my fridge. I guess that list is too small, or they just haven’t found out it gives you cancer yet. Maybe that list would be blank because in the end I suspect the simple act of being alive is a terminal illness. So bacon, my dear cancer producing friend, I have decided to let you stay. I have decided to embrace you. I have accepted the dysfunctional nature of this toxic relationship, but that’s what bacon addiction is. I’ts delicious. You can tell food that doesn’t give you cancer, because it’s generally not delicious. My intention to persist with bacon eating has redefined me. After all these years of having pegged myself as a neurotic, it turns out that I am a risk taker. Sure I’m scared of heights, spiders, snakes, flying, sharks…but I eat bacon. I’ve still got my edge. My edge has bacon on it. Crispy, caramelised bacon. And while sticking with bacon, I’m defending ham and sausage. They’re staying on the plate. You can’t just swoop in and take a person’s preserved meats. I mean what would the old fellas serve outside Bunnings? Carrots? No, I’m sticking with the cancer sizzle.