Have you ever noticed how you can hear your name across a room full of people chattering?
Exactly the same thing happens with ‘gluten-free’, I find. I was just watching The Convent, a programme in which four women are visitors to a closed convent for six weeks (or 40 days and 40 nights, as the TV blurb puts it), and one was ‘released’ for an overnight compassionate home visit. As she left the convent, we could see her cavorting around her car with joy, gloating over a packet of gluten free brownies – as the voice-over asked whether she would be able to resist the temptations of the outside world.
A number of questions spring to mind:
Surely, if she needed a gluten free diet, she was being provided with one in the convent – was it simply the brownies she had been missing?
Did the programme editors knowingly dub the voice-over about temptation over the top of her carol of glee about the gluten free brownies? If so, were they being sardonic? Had they tried the brownies?
Which brand were they?
I think we should be told.
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