It seems there is a certian type of person who likes horses.
The sort who wear Barbour jackets, tilley hats, green Wellington boots and jodpours come rain or shine.
More often than not they are short and dumpy leaving me feeling sorry for the poor horse.
Success to these people is measured by the lineage of the horse, the Land Rover they drive and the value of their shares in the public utilities.
The harsh realities of real life often passes them buy as the credit crunch means nothing more than perhaps not being able to afford more than three holidays rather than the usual four a year.
A minimum wage to many of them is something considered to be no less than 30k per year, after all anything below that makes you a part of the working classes and even 30k only places you in the lower orders of the middle classes.
Yes this is an example of Britian as it has always been, the people who really run the country and have done so for centuries and will continue to do so for centuries to come.
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I’m with you, mate. Eat the rich!