Seriously this weird horse is the one thing I check every time I go to Manchester - at some point during every trip I hit up the Manchester art gallery, climb two flights of stairs and speed walk through galleries of gorgeous pre-raphaelite art just to make sure that horse is still there. And it makes me so happy to see he's still there, even though really,who is to gin g up a national art gallery and going "got any shit pictures of a horse? Can we borrow it? I feel like it would really draw a crowd!"

Really tho, aren't we all ultimately a weird looking horse being ridden by a moustachioed idiot?