I had some feelings I feel guilty about in response to the deaths in NI in the helicopter crash when I found they had flown over there for the shooting.

And I don't know if I have ever posted about the upperclass twit I stopped to see if I could help when he had driven his car into a ditch in Gloucestershire. Before mobile phones it was, and so, although I could not help physically, I offered to call the police or a garage. Someone had already done the second, apparently. He didn't want the police, because he had guns in the boot that a friend had brought in from Canada. I wasn't quite as deadpan as I hoped, because he excused them as hunting guns.

I was half a mile down the road before I thought "What the heck am I doing?" and it took a bit longer to find a phone. But I think the earlier person had also called the police because one went past, with its siren going, towards the idiot.

I think the only people in England who really hunt are the guys who go out for rabbit. It's for need, both of cutting the amount of damage, and the pot, or sale for the pot.

Penny