A no-budget (but not completely terrible) video presentation of F. Paul Wilson’s old short story “Lipidleggin’,” a story with a message very close to my heart.
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xUfocxS-T8&w=560&h=340]
Thanks for posting that, Claire!
















































Ignoring for a moment the allegory, the old man who was next door neighbor for most of my childhood, did pretty much what the fishing tackle guy in the video did.
“Harry” (not his real name) had been employed as a shepherd, and lived on an outlying farm, he kept a few house cows and a few hens and his wife made butter…
During both World Wars, food was strictly rationed in Britain, that rationing continued with a short break well into the 1950s (the British government would not allow food to be imported as it was struggling to raise the money to pay war debts to the US – it even defaulted at one point- so food rationing stayed in place, such were the costs at home of insisting on “unconditional surrender” and half of Europe being given to Stalin).
“Harry” and his wife had a nice little earner, selling eggs and butter on the “black” market. somehow, I don’t know how – “Harry” died over 20 years ago, so I can’t ask him, he got caught.
“profiteering” in the food “black” market was a very serious “offense” with potential penalties up to and including the death penalty.
“Harry” had an easy ride, either by luck or design, all of the local magistrates either already were customers, or very soon became his customers.