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I dont have a problem with eating horse, indeed my Dad was an expert at grilling Findus Crispy Pancakes when I were a lad so I've probably eaten most of Shergar in my time.

Its odd that in the UK we wont eat animals we generally consider cute (lambs excepted).

And hooves. I was once knocked down & walked on by a horse. I had hoof-shaped bruises on my legs & pelvis.

I LOVE 'Fleabag'. Aside from being outrageously funny, I genuinely think it's one of the most devastatingly heartbreaking shows around.

I just don't find her remotely relateable, nor her world in which sloaney girls run bijoux hamster cafes with no customers as some sort of hobby and her sister can afford to um and ah about a million pound salaried job. I liked the line about joggers in cemeteries 'flaunting their life' but tbh this whole series feels like that. My sympathies lie with the stepmother.

So what is probably surprising for this common-as-muck-cit-dweller who now prefers not to set foot in the countryside unless utterly neccessary (or in search of a pub) is from the ages of about 8-18 I was to be found up to my knees in manure horsing around. Even more surprising for anyone who has ever seen me try to do sport, I was quite good at it.

I have a posh cousin and an Uncle who took her 'Daddy I want a Pony' to extremes, so I was able to ride them 'on the cheap' as it were (well as cheap as such things get) and I wholeheartedly say it did me the world of good spending much of my childhood and teens horsing about. That said I have very limited desire to spend time with them now...

I hate adverts at the best of times, but I have been reduced to tears by that advert more than once. At first I thought it would be AWFUL to live in that village and be woken up so early to go for such a hike, then I saw the horses and thought actually it probably would be really nice to live in that village and get to see the horses running on the beach, I could always have an afternoon nap, and it looks like the sort of thing that only happens once a year, if that.

Oh they are total f***ers. One bit the end of my Dad's finger off in passing, casual like. He had also previously lost part of said finger in the bonnet of a car. So maybe not totally the horse's fault...

I was kicked (my fault) thrown off man times (once into a jump known as a coffin) and generally treated like a human slave to the beasts...I mean I loved them dearly. 

Niche crossover...my horse was called Moose though. And I regret not having him now so I could go around saying 'Aye, that's a Moose.' 

Sorry, it wasn't my intention to imply that anyone else was dumb, it's more that I'm usually incredibly dumb when it comes to animals (it's a goddamned miracle I've never had my face torn off by a fox or even an angry dog) but even I will give horses a respectfully wide berth.

I think it's wise to be wary - a friend of my mother's was crushed to death by her horse against a stable wall (sorry to darken the tone!) and a schoolfriend died when her horse was shot with an airgun and threw her. I had riding lessons until a relative was thrown and broke her collarbone so I got a motocross motorbike instead: also dangerous but at least it was more predictable.

Really TallPaul, you are such a fantasist. 

You think people will believe this nonsense?

Everyone knows that the only pets in t'north are ferrets.

Alsations indeed!

The stepmother is a nasty character, much less relatable than Fleabag. An artist who can ponce about being disgustingly nasty to the two women without the father saying a word. Fleabag herself is psychologically devastated and grief stricken, so all that so called 'confidence' talking to camera is her front for that.

Some of that advert was filmed in Stoke. There’s a segment where the horse runs past an abandoned coal mine with chimney and wheel which is a 10 min walk from my house. I can see that chimney from the top of my road!