I bit down on a foreign body buried within my lunchtime halal Shami kebab today; having picked it out of the mulch in my mouth it looked like a chunk of glass or hardened plastic or something.
In this age of hysteria I feel that I can justly pontificate on the possibility that this was part of an anti-Islamic attack, the factory production line being sabotaged by a rascist extremist, someone who hates their standards, their basic values, their very principles.
Incidentally and coincidentally, Mr 'Lath, there just happens to be a blog post that I'd composed earlier today currently sitting in my draft folder which (obliquely) refers to a recent post of yours, and its just waiting for me to press PUBLISH once I've nabbed a Permalink off your site.
However horrible time-pressures are precluding such activity right now, which is just as it all gets a bit scatalogical. I'm the Scat Man!