
Originally Posted by
57vintage
When Blair’s lot introduced some sort of nebulous ban earlier this century, my boss mentioned it in passing. I declared my enthusiastic support for it as the horsey would-be aristos need a good fûcking kicking now and again (preferably about once an hour). She (you really dinna want pics, Judith’s oxters would be safe even from the Sobchack vas deferens-jets) asked: “So you’re opposed to fox-hunting on class grounds.”
“You’re darn tootin, ma’am*, but I’m none too keen on innocent mammals being torn asunder by badly-treated dogs either”.
*ah bin a-listenin to Go Set A Watchman on audiobook all week