Do people still think I'm exaggerating when I say this kind of mean is a form of mental illness?
If you were having a dispute with the neighbours and sent a friend over, and the friend came back with tales of gun emplacements and watchtowers and floodlights, and then you went over yourself and found one small yappy dog, a slightly broken fence, and an invite for cocktails at the weekend, would you wonder about your friend's sanity?
I think this calls for a solemn moment of utter deadpan.
Smith, on a hunting trip in 1988, reportedly killed a wild boar with a knife.
The page makes no mention of the scandal. Unfortunately, I don't have time to edit it today.