A BUTCHER in Suffolk was forced to remove his awardwinning display of dead animals – pigs, rabbits, game – as it upset passers by reminding them that meat doesn’t actually grow in tidy little polystyrene packs in supermarket chill counters.

Now support by people who have no time for such irrational, sensitivities means that he is now once more making his window both interesting and real.

Goodness knows what his opponents would have made of the carrier bag I was once given in a charcuterie behind the Gare du Nord in Paris. It featured a picture of a butcher’s block with a headless chicken, a pig’s head, a leg of lamb – and blood dripping onto the sawdust below.

It got me some very strange looks on Eurostar.