The usual people tried to claim responsibility. First the ira , then the plo and the gas board. Even british nuclear fuels rushed out a statement to the effect that the situation was completely under control, that it was a one in a million chance, that there was hardly any radioactive leakage at all, and that the site of the explosion would make a nice location for a day out with the kids and a picnic, before finally having to admit that it wasn't actually anything to do with them at all.
One of the problems, and it's one which is obviously going to get worse, is that all the people at the party are either the children or the grandchildren or the great-grandchildren of the people who wouldn't leave in the first place, and because of all the business about selective breeding and regressive genes and so on, it means that all the people now at the party are either absolutely fanatical partygoers, or gibbering idiots, or, more and more frequently, both.
It was none the less a perfectly ordinary horse, such as convergent evolution has produced in many of the places that life is to be found. They have always understood a great deal more than they let on. It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some other creature, without forming an opinion about them.
You are zaphod beeblebrox?' 'yeah,' said zaphod, 'but don't shout it out or they'll all want one.' 'the zaphod beeblebrox?' 'no, just a zaphod beeblebrox, didn't you hear i come in six packs?' 'but sir,' it squealed, 'i just heard on the sub-ether radio report. It said you were dead...' 'yeah, that's right, i just haven't stopped moving yet.