1927
Funnier than he thinks he is.
Then you obviously live in a working class area.
Everyone who *I* know who hunts is very thoroughly a toff. And I'm even willing to bet that I know and have come across a *lot* more hunters than you do.
In fact, there were a couple talking loudly in our local pub at the weekend, boasting about the foxes that they'd killed that day so that everybody could overhear. They were so fucking upper-class that they should have been in a Monty Python sketch. Never have I been so tempted to slash somebody's tyres, but which Land Rover would I have gone for?
Don't think the Vale of Glamorgan is renowned for its working classness, but still.