Ah, yes. I can see how the farm animals might be a trifle apprehensive.

But, wait a minute, GUMBOOTS!? GUMBOOTS!? (assume it spoken like Lady Bracknell's "Handbag?" question as epitomised by Dame Edith Evans)

How can we deny that original footwear designer and commander of the victorious British Army during the Napoleonic Wars; Arthur Wellesley, Duke of Wellington.

Please; wellington boots, or in the modern vernacular, welly-gogs. If you prefer just wellies then, but gumboots just wont do. Wont do at all.

I will have to severely chastise that frightfully nice Mr. Winningray-Suntonball who inhabits these parts, he really has to take a grip of the standards and propriety around here.

And indeed while we have The Duke of Wellington and the result of our victorious Battle of Waterloo to mind, it has come up in the media that some pressure is being exerted from across the channel to change the long established name of one famous railway station here.

To explain, that stunningly fast (but not in England), pointy ended and bespoke train called Eurostar, fairly zips people from London and Paris via that economic refugee drainpipe known as The Channel Tunnel, there is no problem here so far. However, some non-Albion people are allegedly complaining bitterly it is an affront to be deposited our end at the Waterloo Station terminus.

Well, Bollocks (capital B, two L's) to that and here's my bow fingers matey. Simple answer, backfill the drainpipe with concrete. (See also V3 high pressure pump)

Now what was that about leaning right?
Do they mean me?
Surely some mistake. . . . . . . .

R.