(sans biscuit using the memsahib's laptop) Sorry Shambles,you've done it again. I confess - I'm lost. What in the name of the pope's underpants prompts the death-defying leap from killing chickens to the class struggle? As a quondam marxist, I have to admire your chutzpah, but even I'm a little bit puzzled. Do tell... (And it's odd that only in England (and not Wales or Scotland or Italy or FRance or...) is the hunting and shooting issue so polarised along class lines. It really is terribly sad and horribly antiquated.
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