It is interesting that the race horse, Shergar, who was a Derby winner and up there with the best, was kidnapped in Ireland 30 years ago this month. It was alleged that the IRA performed the deed hoping for a large ransom. It never materialised and Shergar was lost forever, with her ultimate demise often open to conjecture, but never ratified.
That is until this week. Clearly we have not just started to find horse meat in our pies, pasties and lasagne. This practise must have been going on for years, maybe even pre-dating the disappearance of the racehorse. Horses which die, albeit family pets, competing horses or recreational animals, have always been assumed to end up in France, where a bit of cheval has always gone down well.
I have been to Paris many times and ordered steak. I am sure they have seen 'les rosbifs' coming and plonked a couple of prime horse burgers in front of us. It always tastes fine and the only side effect seems to be the need for a nosebag every now and then!
Let's just hope we don't move to the Soylent Green scenario in which case we will never find Lord Lucan!
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