I was walking down a country lane one day and a horse looked over the dry stone wall and said, "I won the /Grand National last year." Alarmed, i quickened my pace but the horse followed me. "Oi, ignorant!" he called. "I said i won the Grand National last year." I began to run but the horse broke into a trot, easily keeping up with me. "I won the Grand National, last year" he said. "Don't you have anything to say about that?" Thankfully the dry stone wall prevented the horse from following me into the farmyard where, breathlessly, i confronted the farmer. "Do you know you have a talking horse in that field?" i said. "Really," mused the farmer, "what's he say, then?" "That he won the Grand National last year" i replied. "Then he's a gurt big liar" said the farmer, "he came second."