As a child I was always told to tell the truth, admit my mistakes and apologise before the untruth was found out. I can’t in all honesty say that I carried that mantra through to adulthood completely, but then who does? Most auctioneers of course! But certainly not those people in the higher echelons of national politics going by recent events.
My mother used to say, “Lies will come back to bite you”, and generally speaking, as a child they usually did. We’ve all been in that position, and it is remarkable how often large teeth marks are left in people’s derriere.
Last year I saw a spoof photo of a well- known politician with an extremely unruly mop of blond hair. The photo showed him talking on his mobile phone expostulating that he personally was going to take full responsibility to make something happen immediately. Behind him there was an advisor saying, “Excuse me Sir, just to let you know, there is no phone signal here”.
This reminded me of an incident in a Cumbrian auction mart many years ago when a prime sheep buyer was proudly showcasing one of those new- fangled mobile phones. As he walked around the auction office with phone to ear, he could be heard saying in a very loud voice,
“Yes I need light lambs. I’m as fit as fire today. I’ve got people on for me all over the country”. The conversation appeared to bounce back and forth with other sheep buyers in rapt attention. And then the most amazing thing happened. Mid- sentence as he was listing how many sheep had been bought for him in each market across the UK, his phone rang!!! with that well known shrill and annoying jingle from the 1990’s that got on everyone’s nerves.
He could have played it cool and pretended that the signal had been lost and that the other person had rung him back. But these were the early days of mobile phones, and this thing looked like a brick. The sheep buyer had only just got it and couldn’t work out how to stop the “diddle- lala, diddle- lala” ringtone. Frantically he pressed all of the buttons passing it from hand to hand like a hot potato. The other buyers laughed loudly and in the end in desperation the phone was dropped on the floor.
You can imagine the banter in the ring for the rest of the sale. If nothing else, it proves the point that “lies come back to bite you”. Many of us within the farming community hope very much that this is further proven in future as we remember the words of a Conservative minister regarding the farming industry,
“If you have high standards here, and then you allow food in from elsewhere, you are not really contributing to higher animal welfare and environmental standards, you are simply off- shoring those lower standards – and that is wrong”, said Michael Gove on Countryfile. Should that dreadful scenario become a reality, then my advice to him and his mates would be “best wear some thick pants”. By the current direction of travel, it would appear they need to wear Kevlar.