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<blockquote data-quote="egbert" data-source="post: 5583950" data-attributes="member: 9965"><p>Forgive me for taking up the space Penntor -(hope your tup turns up), here’s a tale for you........</p><p></p><p>Someone very dear to me was, late one night a long long time ago, trundling up the M4 in his wooden bodied cattle wagon. He’d loaded away from an auction of ponies, gathered off the hills around and about a little market town locally, headed for distant buyers premises. Overcome with tiredness, he pulled into a service station, parked up, and resting his head agin his rolled up coat, thought he’d get a brief shuteye. I daresay a ‘logbook’ break was overdue.</p><p></p><p> This brief shuteye was rudely away by a loud thumping on the door, as 2 traffic cops demanded he got out, and came quietly for horse thieving. They’d received notice that someone had purloined a very expensive thoroughbred away from a nearby sale (Reading?) which was coloured brown, and had a market sticker on its rump, number 27 (or whatever). They’d peered in the back of this felons truck with a torch, and there it was, market sticker and all! They’d got him.</p><p></p><p> Not at his best awoken from his shuteye, this man tried to explain that there is a world of difference twixt a 10,000 guinea racehorse, and this 3’ high hairy little moorland urchin. But the cops were adamant…look, even the number matched. You crafty felons will think up any excuse! He’d stolen lord So and So’s finest horseflesh, and he’d been caught, bang to rights.</p><p></p><p> I forget the detail of the following exchange, and how high up Berkshires finest it went, but eventually, the villain of the piece convinced a more senior officer to phone one of the principals of the Auction firm named on the label, and ask them for some clarification. Hence, a Fellow of the Royal Institution of Chartered Surveyors was awoken at a wholly unreasonable hour- after a long and trying day shifting 378 ponies of very moderate value-to confirm that this dreadful and unlikely man should indeed be in possession of pony number 27. </p><p>I was told the reply was pretty, er, curt.</p><p></p><p> The hero of the piece was subsequently quietly told to be on his way.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="egbert, post: 5583950, member: 9965"] Forgive me for taking up the space Penntor -(hope your tup turns up), here’s a tale for you........ Someone very dear to me was, late one night a long long time ago, trundling up the M4 in his wooden bodied cattle wagon. He’d loaded away from an auction of ponies, gathered off the hills around and about a little market town locally, headed for distant buyers premises. Overcome with tiredness, he pulled into a service station, parked up, and resting his head agin his rolled up coat, thought he’d get a brief shuteye. I daresay a ‘logbook’ break was overdue. This brief shuteye was rudely away by a loud thumping on the door, as 2 traffic cops demanded he got out, and came quietly for horse thieving. They’d received notice that someone had purloined a very expensive thoroughbred away from a nearby sale (Reading?) which was coloured brown, and had a market sticker on its rump, number 27 (or whatever). They’d peered in the back of this felons truck with a torch, and there it was, market sticker and all! They’d got him. Not at his best awoken from his shuteye, this man tried to explain that there is a world of difference twixt a 10,000 guinea racehorse, and this 3’ high hairy little moorland urchin. But the cops were adamant…look, even the number matched. You crafty felons will think up any excuse! He’d stolen lord So and So’s finest horseflesh, and he’d been caught, bang to rights. I forget the detail of the following exchange, and how high up Berkshires finest it went, but eventually, the villain of the piece convinced a more senior officer to phone one of the principals of the Auction firm named on the label, and ask them for some clarification. Hence, a Fellow of the Royal Institution of Chartered Surveyors was awoken at a wholly unreasonable hour- after a long and trying day shifting 378 ponies of very moderate value-to confirm that this dreadful and unlikely man should indeed be in possession of pony number 27. I was told the reply was pretty, er, curt. The hero of the piece was subsequently quietly told to be on his way. [/QUOTE]
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