It's that time of year again, bellies full, another re-run of Only Fools and Horses on the telly and the annual media scramble around picturesque chocolate box villages up and down the country to report on the 'traditional' Boxing Day hunts, to marvel in the spectre of the noble red coats on their trusty steeds, at the well-groomed packs of hounds and crowds of good country folk celebrating an age old British tradition.
So it's 10 years since the hunting ban was voted in. I wasn't aware of it being a whole 10 years. Crikey, that's an entire decade and I don't look a year older. Anyone who thinks I've had a facelift are talking out of their Botox and I do have my own teeth... in a jar by the bed. Ha ha! But people always want to know my views on this matter since I am a talking fox... an urbane fox as opposed to an urban fox - fox royalty you might say.
This Boxing Day is the tenth since the Hunting Act was passed by Parliament. It came into force six months later. For hunting, and for many people in the countryside, this was the lowest moment, but hunting still thrives despite all the fears and the dire predictions. How is it that an activity that was outlawed after an epic and bitter political campaign has survived?
Surely we need an open and honest debate about the evident problems with this law and it needs to be sorted out one way or another. We need a sensible piece of legislation which clearly defines what it prohibits - the Hunting Act does not and which is based on animal welfare considerations not bigotry.
Had the anti-fascists spent a minute looking at the BNP protest they would have seen 50 tired, haggard middle-aged men barely worthy of a passing car horn let alone a huge counter demonstration. Some of them could barely string a sentence together. I asked one man waving a flag why he was there. "They're killing our soldiers, aren't they..." He could offer no more by way of reasoning.
The people behind these stories all have one thing in common (apart from an enthusiasm for guns) - an arrogant belief that the lives of other animals cannot possibly be worth as much as their own pleasure. The animals whose lives are in question also have something in common - they have all been persecuted to the edge of extinction in the UK.