I have a penchant for sting quartets.

Vice or no vice, I prefer an intimate gathering.

Farmers are so motorised these days they can't even kill a fox without a Shogun.

Ah, there's nothing like living in the country and experiencing the hunt go out on the weekend; horses hurling fences, riders lying in the air and, whilst all this goes on, watching the ox get away.

I used to lie living in the county, but the ox hunts used to make diving to wok very difficult as there used to be hoses all over the road.