Deep within the Jim Barry wines meat works lies some very sinister yet delicious things... I was lucky enough to be given an escorted tour through the facility to see how their WISS entries come together... These are the only surviving pictures after Barry security forces destroyed all evidence of my visit....
This is Princess Diana. Yes, it really is. Meanwhile, it is also the mother to all the crispy skinned, fatty bellied delicious younglings that are taken to pieces by the Barrys. She is pregnant again at the time of photo, gestating more BBQ pork for the ever-burning, roasting fires powered by the Barry family.
Atrocities happen here. Delicious atrocities. Note the cool, clinical feel to the butchery. A hook swings idly in the brisk, still air. A sluice bucket a reminder of butchery past. Chilling. Deliciously chilling.
Pete Barry and his 'friend'. His smile says it all...
The photographer thought this was the roasted pig's best angle... Reminiscent of The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover: 'try the anus, we hear it's a delicacy'...
And to the WISS entries. Maturing for our tasting pleasures.
A big thanks for the hospitality at the Barry home!
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