mini-moan: brave new worlds.

I prefer the finer things in life and that means I don't eat that air filled, batch baked, tasteless, mass produced sponge they call bread, instead it's often a freshly baked Tiger Loaf upon which I spread my butter.
 But what really annoys me about a Tiger loaf is it goes mouldy so damned fast, a standard farm house loaf can keep for a week with no problem, but after a few days a Tiger loaf soon becomes home to new civilisations. After a week they've evolved to the point of constructing rudimentary tools, 10 days and they have democracy, poetry and fine art. By the two week mark, out of the corner of your eye, you may notice the occasional satellite orbiting the loaf sitting on your worktop. Fortunately at the 21day mark they've attempted to, but failed to crack nuclear fusion and irradiated themselves into extinction and you can now safely feast upon your Tiger loaf.