The day Johnny the Fox meets Jimmy the Weed

Once again Herebe has hit the nail on the head and with a damn sight more accuracy than when handed a hammer and a set of DIY bookcases - he may be able to analyse the postmodern novel to within an inch of its life (although the analysis could be summed up in way less than 10,000 words - the words “utter bullshit” should suffice) but, like the rest of us, faced with “put plank Y against cross piece X” he is as flummoxed as a five year old seeing spot run for the first time). This time his steely gaze falls on fox hunting. Personally I have no problem with fox hunting. Cruel? yes. Barbaric? probably. The remmants of an outdated class system? I hope so as I really don’t want to aspire to be the same as everyone else. But while we still have people sleeping on our streets I think that the welfare of the fox should have been somewhat lower on our list of priorities.

Nevertheless with an unerring accuracy he never showed when aiming an air rifle (how anyone can accidentally shoot themselves in the face while aiming the gun the other way beats me) has managed to solve the great fox hunting debate. Go read it here

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