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.

Memories, memories. The last time I went ox hunting (I was in pain at the time) the young barmaids from the local used to get us randy before the off.

I shot a rabbi, it's amazing how fast they breed. Very tasty in a stew, not too chewy.

Freud may have asked if you had problems with your id.