Now That's What I Call Christmas...

An aquaintance of mine, a failed guitarist turned theatre critic, has written in response to the New Year Pheasant On Car Roof sighting;

The pheasant looks a bit gamey but might be OK if they casserole it rather than roasting -- a touching gift from someone. When I worked in the Bournemouth sorting office over the Christmas vacations in 1979 and 1980 dead pheasants used to come through simply with address labels tied to one leg, sent from Dorset squires!

Imagine that! At a time when unemployment was on the rise, British Industry in terminal decline and the Black and White Minstrels were Saturday Night Prime Time, the aristocracy were still hanging on to the traditions that made them great!

One wonders though, doesn't one, what state the bird was in by the time the Royal Mail staff had enjoyed the inevitable round of 'three and in' with it.