Pigs 2016: Part 3 - More oinks from our porcine philosophers

Hello, you back for another chat?

Actually, yes. I really enjoyed our last discourse and I've come back for more. So much has gone on recently and a piggy perspective would be useful. After all, your opinions seem to be as well thought through as those of our friends in Westminster.

What do you think of Boris Johnson being challenged about his never-ending ability to tell porkies?
Oink.

I agree. He does talk a load of hogwash and, after all, you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear, can you?

Oink.

He's certainly got a skin as thick as, errr, a pig's.
Oink.

We've got another female PM since we last spoke. Good news or bad news?
Oink.

Thatcher on steroids?
Oink!!!!

Let's hope she's able to bring back the bacon when she starts her Brexit talks.
Oink.

And what about Michael Gove committing hami kami?
Oink, oink.

Do you really think that having Trident will prevent you ending up as pork crackling?
Oink.

Have you heard that Donald Trump has got the Republican nomination? Of course, there may yet be a twist in the tale that we can't forsee.
Gulp!

And does the prospect of a contest between Jezza and Owen Smith get your trotters twitching in eager anticipation?
Oink.

One of them could be our next PM...and pigs might fly.
Oink.

Incisive though your comments are and they are a great pig-me-up, that's enough of the politics. Time to top up your pellets and give you some fresh bedding?
Oink, oink, oink.


Yum, yum. Pig's Bum. Wrap it up in chewing gum.
A childhood rhyme from South Wales. There were other lines but I can't remember them (and neither can members of my family 'back home'). Do children in South Wales today chant this in the playgrounds?

The Mugford Ten. All fattening up very nicely. And now, 'The Mugford Ten - the movie'.