A fascinating and hilarious interview with conservative intellectual Roger Scruton, here. I love this part:
After a drink, we move through to begin lunch, components of which have been produced on the Scruton farm. “That’s Singer,” declares Roger, pointing at a plate of leftover sausages. Singer the pig, mischievously named after Peter Singer, the philosopher and animal-rights theorist, has been “ensausaged” personally by his former owner. Roger beams as another lunch guest, his publisher Robin Baird-Smith, asks if he can take the final morsel. Singer, it must be said, does taste pretty good.