Okay, so we’ve all been eating horses and not, as we thought beefses. By the ton it seems. Neigh, that can’t be right. Never mind, stop whinnying, it won’t hurt you. The NHS probably will, but horse meet's knocked that news right back into the oblivion of last week.
Spurred on by this news that's galloping all over the media, I have an equestrian. My question is, where’s the beef? Not as in what’s the problem but just, well, where’s the
beef? Did they stop killing beefs while they’ve been recycling horses? If not, as in the windmill bolts, where’s all the beef?
How long before the lawyers start their TV advertising bombardment, “Eaten a horse when you thought it was a beef? Know an old lady who swallowed
a spider that wriggled and jiggled and tickled inside her? Call us now!! We are here to help and you’ll get one hundred percent, ish, of your claim! {One hundred percent payout is subject to our terms and conditions and
assumes your burger will be first past the post.}”
Quote; Albert Einstein.
“If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies... It would
be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it.”
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