What a pile of horse shit. Who seriously gives a fuck about equestrianism, other than posh "old money" people who are so inbred that they are actually related to horses? "Thank you to my parents," says Zara Rhodes, or whatever her name is, "for throwing literally millions of pounds at me over the years - money supplied by British taxpayers, or revenue from the crown estates, which we own by divine right, because we are royal and we have blue blood. Oh, and I go out with a pug-faced rugby player, so you're not allowed to call me a snob."
Everybody knows Joe Calzaghe should have got it. Boxing is a proper sport. In boxing, you don't have a staggeringly expensive horse to do all the fucking work for you. Mind you, there's an idea... horse boxing.
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