Pain in the arse

Sometimes I am a pain in the arse. Grumpy moody and downright miserable. Today is one of those days. I feel down. For no reason. The sun is shining it’s a lovely September day. It’s harping back to the few days which we had in the summer. Times when we felt better about life. Why shouldn’t I feel good about life?


I am no expert. I am not a vet or a farmer. I don’t know all the facts about the badger cull. But what I do believe is that it is necessary to get TB under control. Thousand of cattle have to be slaughtered each year as they have been infected by bovine TB. If the animals were rats that had to be culled would people be up in arms about it? The badger population is out of control and disease ridden since the became protected species over twenty years ago. We don’t seem to be too bothered about the animals that have to be culled that have been infected by badgers.

I know a lot of people won’t agree with my opinion but I have one and I am entitled to it. We have become too sensitised to the plight of animals that are bred for human consumption. When we know that cute furry animals are to be killed we protest. Shame that people cannot be mad about animals that have been harmed due to cruelty or neglect. 

the barefoot tree

Still grumpy

Gari Wellingham

UK-based musical theatre geek previously living with a brain tumour!