I'm all for putting a stop to hunting.
However, having been on the fringes of hunt sabbing as a student in the early 90s, my recollection is that if you met 10 sabs, it went Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy, Giles, Jeremy, Jeremy, COMPLETE FUCKING PSYCHO PICKING HIS TEETH & GRINNING TO HIMSELF IN THE CORNER, Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.
Our finest hour was getting the Uni minibus stuck in a pond. The Hunt followers had to come & pull us out with a tractor, which to be fair they did with a good grace.
I suspect our chapter was particularly crap. Although I did get to drink a lot of cider & snog several Jeremies
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Being a hunt monitor might be more productive than sabbing?