(A personal journey from committed carnivore to No Meat Athlete) Growing up in England during the late 70’s and 80’s every main meal was a variation on the theme of potatoes, another vegetable and a piece of meat. The son of an Irishman my childhood potato consumption was more than many would eat in a lifetime. And when I say ‘a piece of meat’ that could have been an overdone pork chop, a not-so-juicy chunk of roast beef, the weekly dose of ‘minced beef’, which would later become a source of medical and political concern, or the undisclosed list of body parts that constitute the filling of a sausage. This description of English cuisine is probably enough to roll the eyes of the most ardent anglophile, but to me this was the way people ate, and it is the way I continued to eat until I went to university. Sometimes for financial reasons but mostly for convenience I would go for extended periods without eating meat. However, my true colours would eventually show as I tucked in to a