By Emer Ní Chorra

 

I don't really have much time for sheep.

And I'm not talking about the beautiful four legged kind.

 

No, I'm talking about the ones with two legs, the ones who spend their entire life fitting in with the rest of the woolly heads.

 

Petrified of being viewed as a black sheep and shunned by the common flock.

 

What a waste of a life.

 

Bah!