ave you ever stood in a butcher’s shop and watched the butcher mincing meat? It comes squeezing out from the mincer in long slow red worms that look like spaghetti made of entrails.

Have you ever seen a cook slicing liver? The knife glides through the dark raw meat, as a little blood oozes from it. It feels warm and sticky and soft, as though it’s still alive.

Have you ever seen a dead cat on the road, all squishy and red, with bits of its guts coming out its mouth?

And what about in Science, when the teacher gives you a sheep’s eye to dissect? As you make the first little nick with the scalpel a grey liquid comes squeezing slowly out. Even as you cut the eye open it still seems to be looking at you.

I think you’re getting the idea. I think you’re starting to realise how you feel as you see bits of liver and entrails and eyes and blood and guts floating away from you in the moat. Bye bye, Stacey! Bye bye, Mrs Cunningham!