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.
Now the only problem with this plan is the fact that foxes are gentle creatures and are less likely than a spoilt mother’s boy to find an animal being ripped to shreds entertaining. Who would have thought it- I have now proved a fox is more intelligent, more humane and a much preferable ally on a golf course than a toff lad in a flat cap called Bertie, Hugo, Hubert, Clayton or any other gay name they could come up with.
Anyway rant over with- I urge b-teamers to be vigilant and be sure to even the odd for foxes world wide by running down and reversing over (to make sure) any toff wearing Wellington boots you can see.
I will catch you soon fellow b-teamers.
Raging Horse
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