well they could still wear red coats and chase after foxes with butterfly nets, tins of kennomeat, and paper bags. twould be a grand sight.

I am at a loss to know why you don't see foxes after late night gigging. where do you gig? I thought everybody did. Once I saw an owl and wrote a song and essay about it - its on my website. Once I saw a badger, galloping along at the side of the road. Great big Sandy coloured bum. Mary de Ville (performance poet) swears she saw the beast of Bodmin.