"I've bred some chickens - really smelly, disgusting things," he said to me, "and I think they'll solve your problem…"
"What all those egregious, horrible illegal tackles Premiership Footballers are making?" I asked, as they were tarnishing the good name of the game.
"The very same. Now I've trained my birds to excrete on any of these terrible challenges. That should put an end to it!" He exclaimed triumphantly.
I was delighted.
"You mean your
Foul Fowl Foul Foul Fouls?!"
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