Donny, Stoutey and the Shark
Having spotted the addition of the smaller Porbeagle shark to the gourmet menu of Great Whites last week, this week an Irish Shark came under attack. Shark Hanlon received a ten-month ban for being stupidly unaware of the dangers of being rural. Total story: one of the yard’s horses was found dead in its paddock, probably from a heart attack. The carcass was quickly loaded into a trailer and taken off to - I suspect, the Hounds - or, as was reported, a licenced disposal facility. I assume that to save time, he’d said he’d take it over there without an available collection. Shark thought he had adequately covered the carcass with a tarp… he hadn’t. The unsecured tarp quickly blew off on the road, and revealed the rather grisly picture of a dead dobbin on a trailer towed behind a Shark Hanlon two-box with its distinctive “#teamhewick” mark. This allowed the man who followed it for some way to film and share his horror and disgust with the whole world.
As you know, I have views about the purpose and abuse, dangers and futility, harm and corruption of 75% of all social media, especially when the shock horror, moral grandstanding, and smug superiority of Mr Gregory Ignatius Thumbelina—or perhaps he was another G.I.T—is merely a tool to squeeze a little bung out of his strongly held moral views.
