This post could be listed under irishify if, that is, I bothered to explain the title. But I’m not gonna. I’ll save it for some other time. Or you can google. Whatever, its all good. All the time.
Where was I?
Ah yes, pigs. Or, to be more precise, Piglets.
I was never a huge Winnie the Pooh fan growing up. Not that I disliked him and his wacky friends, don’t get me wrong, its just … well if I’d known the expression I would have “meh’d” at them. Course there was that whole psychological testy thing that said that each of the characters represented a certain type of personality.
I suppose I should get back to the point of this whole post, which was brought to my attention by Misty’s blog with a link to a story about the banning of pigs in offices in some place or t’other in the UK.
It comes after a Muslim worker said they were offended by pig-shaped stress relievers delivered to the authority.
Now I’m all for not-upsetting your work-peoples, but come on. How can a little fake pig be offensive. Real pigs, now there would be a problem.