Every now and again – usually at full of the moon – I get hairy fingernails, and my fangs get all long and sharp. And I get this wild urge to take all my clothes off, and chase hares in the moonlight, the wind ruffling my pelt. At those times I say to Lady Ariela “ Oooh, Listen to the voices of the children of the night!” And she says something like “ Don’t be so daft, you great wazzack! That Salvador’s dogs that you can hear, dummy!” Nude moonlight hare-coursing for the over seventies is an... Sign in to see full entry.