Well, we're driving, uh, driving through Wiltshire, very nice countryside, sky, ground, all that sort of things, natural marriage, natural resorces and looking out the windows as I don't come from that part of the world and 1 said, er, what's that oyer there? in a sort of low grey concrete thing all surrounded by fields really very nice trees like a sort of low square of concrete like the fun-dations of a building that hadn't been built. It had little walls, little, about a foot high, or something, it looked like that, two feet high, in fact it was a sort of, on top of it, there was a flat roof and I thought, oh I see, and then, I pointed as the car got passed it «what was that ?» and the, the country person that was with me, er, said, oh, er, that's where they keep pigs, I tought, oh, yes, I see, that's where they keep pigs, and the sun was shining down and, er, the grass was green and It was all very lovely, driving in the country and I suddently thought that, that building must have been, like, from the inside.-. Pigs, in there, pigs in there ? pigs in there ? pigs in there ? pigs in there ? pigs in there ? pigs, on a day like this, in there, pigs in there, pigs huddled up in there, in die dark, in there, living in there ? pigs, in there, PIGS