My Lovely Horse

Evening all.

Ok, the title is a bit misleading, as neither of these horses are mine, nor do i know if they are lovely.

It is a possibility i grant you, they may be kind and considerate, good to their parents and happy to help aged horses across muddy fields, they may be receptive to the horse dentists who file their teeth, and offer themselves up for free rides to underpriviledged children, until they go to the great corned beef can in the sky,where sainthood and Black Beauty await.

Equally they may be nasty,brutish horses with the disposition of a Tasmanian devil being repeatedly stung by a swarm of wasps, they may literally bite the hand that feeds them, and expel noxious gases in polite equine company with not so much as an apologetic "neigh" or embarrassed shake of the mane. They may deliberately stand on your toe or crap on your foot.

Who knows... all i know is i can't remember anything about this day, i obviously need my medication adjusting and any opportunity to get a Father Ted reference in is good enough for me...

"i want to shower you in sugar lumps....."

night all.


Father Ted Crilly/Father Dougal McGuire/Neil Hannon