When an animal-rights organisation invited me to a vegan cocktail party in the Hollywood Hills the other day, I instantly accepted. Only kidding! What I actually did was to roll my eyes and wonder out loud if the words "vegan" and "party" belong in the same sentence. Then I threw their invitation into the bin underneath my kitchen sink, where it landed on the remains of some pork ribs and an empty carton of milk.
The next day, however, a commissioning editor at this magazine called and asked if I'd write a short feature about doing something I've never, ever tried before. Brilliant, I said. Sounds like a laugh. What did she have in mind? Heli-skiing? Bungee-jumping? Actually, she replied, cool as a cucumber, we want you to give up meat, eggs and dairy for a week. In other words, we want you to go vegan.