Two metre tall burgers, Christopher Biggins sweating in a kitchen, a pig singing about its forthcoming transubstantiation into sausage...this show is self-evidently a protracted revue sketch rather than an analysis of Britain's peculiar relationship to what it eats. Nonetheless it does make the point that the relentlessly mediated gastronomic revolution (fresh organic produce, decent restaurants etc) is enjoyed by a tiny fragment of the population - it is atypical of the common experience: most Britons eat industrial grot because that's all they can afford. (30 min Meades Eats 2003)