During our semi-regular phone call yesterday, the fiend Mr. Free Market breezily informed me that this coming weekend he will be blasting birds out of the sky at this address:
Even worse, the weather forecast is for “sunny with mild temperatures”, so I can’t even wish that he’ll freeze his nuts off.
ENVIOUS.
On the down side it looks like a long way to the chip shop
Eat what you shoot.
It all gets processed and sold in Europe. Mr. FM assures me. Part of the income to the estate.