Incidentally chaps - seeing that goat again reminded me of the one that the Welch Regiment kept as a mascot in Maindy Barracks in Cardiff. "Taffy". And a right evil little character he was too.
He was kept behind the sergeants mess in a small compound - and lived in a large dog-kennel. The sergeants used to roll up a newspaper, and pour beer into "Taffy's" dish through the window above his pen. The little blighter loved it. "Brains Bitter - best in Wales" it was.
Well, it was the night before the Lord Mayor's Parade in Cardiff - an annual event - and by the morning of the parade, Taffy was pie-eyed, p****d as a f**t , in fact. Someone thought it might be a good idea to give him black cofee (honest - I'm not making it up - the sergeants are Welsh see!). Anyway, they got the mess waiter to take him in a jug of black coffee. Scared to death, he was, because Taffy was known to have a bit of temper - especially with a hangover. Waiter poured out the cofee - then made a fatal error - he turned his back on Taffy!
I can still hear those screams sometimes now, in those moments when you are not quite awake or asleep, as Taffy took a lump out of the nether regions of the waiter.
Taffy made the parade, meandering a bit - but had the squits in Saint Mary's Street. The goat-major took the blame!
They moved his kennel - the next morning - and put it next to the Chapel.
Miserable gits - no sense of humour, some people! johnnybach.
P.S It wasnt this one - but it could be his brother.