Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me a Pony

Lizzie Spendour's childhood dream of owning a pony had been dashed repeatedly. W H Auden offered her one, as did Barry Humphries. But their promises came to nothing. Then she fell in love with a wild mare she saw in the outback. It was hers- if she could catch it.


This is what passes for journalism in England, specifically in The Sunday Telegraph. I swear this is so awful that even if I was given 10 years to write the title and lead paragraph of an article I would hate more than anything else, I could not even come close to the grim perfection of it.