Cuntry boy
When I was a kid, my mate's grandad lived in a cottage flat next door but one to us. I always thought they were mean and miserable, him and his rat-faced wife (strangely enough, Neil agreed with me, probably for the following reason).

When he was about eight, Neil had two pet rabbits in a hutch in his garden. One day his grandad (who always fancied himself as a bit of a country boy) came round when his parents were out. He told Neil it was time he saw how Nature worked, took the rabbits from the hutch, broke their necks, skinned them and made a rabbit pie.

Haven't seen Neil for years but he always did have more than a few problems. Probably why.
(zebideedoodah likes florence but prefers venice, Wed 28 Dec 2011, 1:08, Reply)