Bye bye baby…
ONCE looked after a herd of alpacas. It wasn’t particularly pleasurable. I couldn’t catch them, I could barely herd them, they disliked me immensely and spat at me frequently. By far the worst bit about the job was having to hold the stud while it covered the females. I wouldn’t say watching any animal shag is my idea of fun but standing by while two cotton-wool balls on pipe cleaners sit down and whimper, baa and grunt their way to ecstasy really takes the biscuit. Narrowly worse, was taking a terrier round to a friend’s house once to see if
