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Head of Diversity and Colleague Engagement, Tommy 'Knocks' Knocker has pointed out that after an internal review my post about Baa Baa Black Sheep fails several quality criteria.

One. It is casually racist and derogatory to Herdwick sheep.

Two. It fails to acknowledge the validity of people who live alternative lifestyles; even when that lifestyle clearly includes deviant sexual practices with sado masochistic overtones.

Three. He points out that there is NO evidence whatsoever that blokes who dress up in women's clothing are incapable of identifying and acting upon market trends in the agricultural sector.

Four. He reminded me that bisexuality - or being AC/DC as I see it - is not a crime.

Five. The overall tone of the article was criticized for having lazy, outdated and stereotypical views on equality.

I've read the offending item again and he's fuckin' right. The article missed out Lesbians completely - they never got a mention at all thus infringing their equal rights, ... so here goes.

I see ex tennis champ Billie Jean King has been in the news recently because she was upset that Margaret Court said that "women's tennis was full of Lesbians'.

And these aren't Lipstick Lesbians either - the looker sort who you wouldn't mind having a pop at say like Maria Sharapova or Anna Kornikova. No these are the worst sort of Lesbians like Bulgarian world no 22 Ludmilla Muffmingova and her Brylcreamed buddies.

Who wants to to see them covered in baby oil going at it hammer and tongs on the Centre Court, writhing about like some sweaty octopus? It's fair put me off my Pedigree Chum that has.

Anyway I'm grateful that Knocker has drawn this bias to my attention; and I've thanked him in my own special way by shitting on his blanket. Woof.

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