Monday 23 July 2007

Foxhunting? Or Toff Hunting?

Hello B-teamers, I stumbled across my latest rant and rave when on a nice golf day out with fellow B-Teamer Iron Fist. Upon seeing the sun shine and Iron fist hacking his own trench, shouting profanities at helpless trees that were quote "Plotting against him", a fox ran in front of my path carrying a small white ball, following by an angry Scots man. It was at that point that I thought foxes were far to useful and damn right humorous to let a bunch of thoughtless, rich, public school going toffs rip them to shreds with a load of hungry pit-bulls. I think personally it would be a much more interesting “sport”, hence the sport bit is in commas " "!!, to strap various varieties of pedigree chum to their stripy country outfits and shout run Hubert run, or ha-ha Walter that is so entertaining watching that dog ruining your taylored suit, while happy foxes ride off in to the sunset on horseback!

Would there be anything more entertaining than a happy-go-lucky foxy stoaty fox, doing a highland fling or Irish Jig around a severely vertically challenged Hubert.