I was standing in the queue at Spar the other day. This in itself is not a particularly interesting topic, but it does happen to be the same day and queue in which I had the House Music epiphany. After I returned to reality from a brief trip down memory lane (as described in the ThinlySlicedThoughts Bumper Edition Part 1), my eyes headed heavenwards and fell upon a large television hanging from the roof.
What was on it made my blood curdle.
Horse-jumping.
I hate horse-jumping.
I don't think that's even the correct term for it, but I don't care. I think it's a vile "sport" played by posh and pompous "gentle"-people who really have nothing better to do with their time. Every time a horse nears one of those fences, my heart skips a beat.
Question: What is horse-jumping?
Answer: Making a horse run around in a field and force it to try and jump over large, sturdy, brutally tough wooden fences.
Question: What is the easiest way to get a horse to break it's leg?
Answer: Making a horse run around in a field and force it to try and jump over large, sturdy, brutally tough wooden fences.
Question: What do we do with those horses? Do we let them heal so that they can live out their disabled lives happily and peaceful?
Answer. No. We shoot them in the head.
So you now see why I hate this "past-time" so much. It's completely unfair on the horses! Have you ever asked a horse whether they enjoy being made to jump? I have. Their answer was an emphatic "Neigh!". Translation: "No!". They did however answer no to a lot of the questions I asked them. Turns out they are rather negative animals..
Ok, so maybe horses are all suicidal, and maybe this is a good and efficient way for them to end up at the pearly stable. But if we are not careful, and if we don't stop teaching them maths and science, we may end up answering questions with the phrase, "How high? Oh, the height of that fence.."
Toodle-pip
andrewiconkerr
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