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Original en français

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zigzag our way through the boredom and pain,
Occasionally glancing up through the rain,
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.

♫ "Pigs On The Wing", Pink Floyd (1977)

Now that the big bad wolf has left (see Related articles), Fifer, Fiddler and Edmund may relax. At least until the 24th of January 2020 that will mark the beginning of a new cycle of the Chinese zodiac, the Year of the Pig (or Boar) being the last. Certainly, our national Obelix will be the last to complain about it. So expect 2019 to be a twisted corker-screwer with lots of #Metoo, dirty tricks and junk of sorts on the menu. A good year for delis for as the French saying goes, “every part (of pig) is the best part”. No need to wonder whether they're playing possum or not, when the rats come out of the sewers at the end of this Jupiterian cycle, the filthy will come to understand that when the goose is ultra-cooked, even sheep may take a bite. First and foremost to the annoyance of Lady Piggy.

In their sties with all their backing,
They don't care what goes on around.
In their eyes there's something lacking,
What they need's a damn good whacking.
Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives.
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives,
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon.

♫ "Piggies", The Beatles (1968)

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