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By Graham Whyte
When prior to a dinner engagement with our new neighbours, the husband mentioned discreetly that his wife preferred bran bread, I naturally did the right thing and scoured the shops for a loaf or two.
Have you ever been into a health-food shop? In an atmosphere seasoned with patchouli and ambient Mozart, you are attended to by quietly spoken, flaxen-haired girls who generally resemble anorexic Amish school-leavers. But they sell bran bread. Not, I was assured, just any old bran bread but the real McCoy, gallstone-ground by virgins from the foothills of Than-Et, and cheap at £4.95 a loaf.
You can imagine my consternation when, having served up slices of this stuff with the prawn cocktail, the hubby piped up: "Not sure the missus can cope wiv this; d'you 'ave any ord'n'ry bran bread?" Uh oh, Peckham accent, I shoulda bought 'Ovis.