Hey!! Who's been telling porkies?
Who is spreading nasty rumours that I have a wandering mind.

At my last medical it was confirmed that I don't have a mind. I don't have space for a mind. What space there is, is full of shooting and golf; rimfire, shotguns and air-rifles.

The rest of it is full of recipes for bunny burgers, saussages, ways of cooking pigeon breasts and other assorted game.

I have to say that recently I have been eating so much bunny that I am starting to look lovingly at lettuce leaves. What a way to live:

Sleeping - eating - bonking - sleeping - bonking - eating - bonking - eating - sleeping.
What more could you want?