A passing thought on the FFA's National Club Identity Policy

Sometimes you can write an essay on an issue, hoping to get people across to your point of view using the age old arts of rhetoric and reasoned argument. Sometimes you can't be bothered, so you get someone else to do it, as has increasingly been the case on this blog. Other times, you watch a lot of TV and a week after you see a classic episode of The Simpsons for the 50th or 60th time, it occurs to you that, as per usual, someone else has done the overarching issue far better justice, so why not just let a simple image, familiar to every 1990s couch potato, do the job. So praise be to FFA and their crunch patties, flavour sauce and pocket bread. But do spare a thought for poor 'Christopher', just another in a long line of foreigners forced to assimilate because of the host culture's own insecurities.