Not so ancient as you'd think - the market is full of obese, orange-peel legs squeezed into their daughters' leggings, hair scrunchied so tight their eyebrows have disappeared, stuffing hot dogs and burgers down as quick as they arrive - every one of them a prime porker. Outside the school in St Mary's Road there is a patch by the gate that is smothered with cigarette ends where they drop the piglets off for the morning. It really is a hole.