And I don't get along with myself, And I'm not too keen on anyone else
Whilst I'm no particular fan of farmers, the idea that they would go to the trouble of trying to disguise shot or poisoned badgers as roadkill is just daft. Can you really imagine them loading up the Land Rover with badger corpses then driving to the local A-road and periodically flinging them out at suitable intervals? I don't think so.
Had a narrow escape from a speeding badger on my way home last night. It belted across the road in front of my car. No farmers appeared to be chasing it, for what it's worth.
Meanwhile, I unfortunately exploded a pheasant en route somewhere at work yesterday. Tried my best to avoid it, but in the end it was the pheasant or the oncoming car so I had to make a quick executive decision. Anyone who lives in Catsfield: apologies for the feathery carnage that ensued
The lady has foolishly attempted to join the conversation with a wild and dangerous opinion of her own. What half-baked drivel! See how the men look at her with utter contempt.
Has no-one done the 'I had to swerve to hit it' gag yet?
NSC not the same anymore.