Bizarrely, this scenario actually happened last week when Amanda was walking said fuckwit spaniel with a few of their respective human and canine chums.
There were a few key differences. The deer were proper roughty toughty country types, not those indolent, latte sipping London ponces, and the language was considerably more agricultural than 'Jesus Christ.'
Although the sight of this fool both squealing and running like a girl is bloody funny, my favourite bit is the smug, Muttleyesque giggle by whoever filmed it, right at the end of the clip.
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Eh up Gumph - apparently I couldn't view the video because you had nicked it from someone else - you cad and bounder you!
When I lived in London, Naughty George was nearly killed three times by the deer in Bushy Park. They are mentalists those deer.
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