Just when you thought it was safe to go back on the grouse moors…the return of Mr White and Reservoir Cats.
Mr White retired from writing about 4 years ago, only to be tempted out of retirement to write the first Guest Blog on this site, but then, to all of our regret, he simply faded away.
Gone were the digs at completely fictional birders, at completely real conservation organisations, at the shooting community, at farmers – the bloodbath was at an end.
Had Mr White been contract-killed by a disgruntled target (so many to choose from… the police were baffled), maybe he had been locked up himself for some crime or to protect the public, had he fled the country to do a spot of quiet birding from a Trappist monastery? Will we ever know?
Do we really care as long as he is back? No we don’t!
Only a subject as sexy, as important, as ‘I got the T-shirt’, as ‘it’s all the fault of them toffs’, could surely have lured back one of the UK’s top satirical writers [hang on, aren’t we going a bit over the top here? Ed] to dip his pen in the acidic blood of a murdered Hen Harrier and write as follows…