I HAVE been watching the development of our country for years. I left school having briefly felt the breast of a teenage partner at my matric dance and then I went to the army. It appeared innocuous at first. The benevolent old Colonel Saunders with his white beard and good food attitude, was the first harbinger of consumerism and easy moral laxity in the late seventies. He promised a pleasant meal for those who worked so hard that they didn’t have time to cook. For the driven there were drive-thru’s. Move on TV dinners: the colonel invented eat and run. KFC rules.