British women can't cook.
In the days when the nation depended on agriculture for its wealth it made the Lord Chancellor sit on a woolsack to remind him where the wealth came from. I would like to suggest we remove that now and make him sit on a crate of machine tools.
That's a nice tie... Do you have any knickers in that material?
So this is feminist corner then.
You bloody silly fool!
A horse which stops dead just before a jump and thus propels its rider into a graceful arc provides a splendid excuse for general merriment.