Quite coincedentally, it was only this weekend that something ( I can't remember what) caused Pam to tell me about the apparently noble and long respected (in some circles i guess) sport of frog gigging. Apparently, you go and spear frogs....for food and/or pleasure. (check out frog gigging in any search engine)
I would have liked to have said that thankfully there is no English equivalent that it could have been derived from, and that the eccentric colonials just invented this small scale barbary all on their own.....
....BUT I can't !!
...when of course, we still advocate the ritual of a dozen or two, debauched, purple faced 'living in another world', know nothings, perched on horses, wearing bright red coats, spouting excrutiating 'musical tones' from a piece of old tubing, and screaming yoiks, as they pound their way across the countryside, abley assisted by a pack of inbred , crazed, frenzied hounds , baying for blood, and chasing a fox for miles until it is exhausted, only to have it ripped to shreds by the dogs, and then the entrails smeared across the face of some young boy!
What can I say?
Oh.... in rounders we don't make our girls wear hard hats...that's how tough we are ! ha! (also we don't like the girls chewing baccy either , that wouldn't be good)
