Friday, September 08, 2006

Day 60: I Am Guilty Of Plagiarism

I'm afraid I'm terribly busy reading a book about Shackleton, which is so good I can't possibly be disturbed. Luckily, however, my Spies have sent me tidings of a story so good I'm just going run it in its original glory:

"A Sudanese man has been forced to take a goat as his "wife", after he was caught having sex with the animal.

The goat's owner, Mr Alifi, said he surprised the man with his goat and took him to a council of elders.

They ordered the man, Mr Tombe, to pay a dowry of 15,000 Sudanese dinars ($50) to Mr Alifi.

"We have given him the goat, and as far as we know they are still together," Mr Alifi said.

Mr Alifi, Hai Malakal in Upper Nile State, told the Juba Post newspaper that he heard a loud noise around midnight on 13 February and immediately rushed outside to find Mr Tombe with his goat.

"When I asked him: 'What are you doing there?', he fell off the back of the goat, so I captured and tied him up".

Mr Alifi then called elders to decide how to deal with the case.

"They said I should not take him to the police, but rather let him pay a dowry for my goat because he used it as his wife," Mr Alifi told the newspaper."

You can find the original story here, in the unlikely event that you don't believe me. (It's from the BBC, so it must be true.)

I have thoughtfully included the handy map that ran on bbc.co.uk, just in case you want to go and see Mr Tombe and his ladygoat for yourself.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

aaah, goat farking stories - what would blogs be without them ?
Incidentally - "he fell off the back of the goat" ??? What on earth was he doing - Capra Sutra ?
I certainly never came close to falling when I...
never mind.

NON-WORKINGMONKEY said...

Worst thing is that was from February, that story. I haven't got anything else to say. I have Run Dry. It might be the ginger wine and the new dress. Dunno.
10/10 for Capra Sutra. Do you know a lot about animals?
My neighbour's washing is in my washing machine.
As for the rest, I'd rather not think about it, not even in the darkest recesses of my imagination.
xx

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE

Blog Widget by LinkWithin