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The Carl Pilkington of Freddyshouse
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Possibly made up, but the language amauses me anyway.
"My dad and his mates on the way back from the pub saw a hiker in a nearby field gripping onto a pylon and shaking like a shitting dog. The horror slowly dawned on them - quick as pissed lightening, my dad's mate Steve yelled 'I know what to do here - stay back!', wrenched a big f@ck-off plank from a nearby fence, ran over and brought it down as hard as he could on the guy's outstretched, pylon-clutching arm. The result was a blood-curdling scream, and Steve having to explain to the police why he'd smashed the arm of a radio mast engineer who'd stepped in a massive cow pat whilst crossing the field and had been innocently leaning on the tethering cable trying to shake the worst of it off his welly."
"My dad and his mates on the way back from the pub saw a hiker in a nearby field gripping onto a pylon and shaking like a shitting dog. The horror slowly dawned on them - quick as pissed lightening, my dad's mate Steve yelled 'I know what to do here - stay back!', wrenched a big f@ck-off plank from a nearby fence, ran over and brought it down as hard as he could on the guy's outstretched, pylon-clutching arm. The result was a blood-curdling scream, and Steve having to explain to the police why he'd smashed the arm of a radio mast engineer who'd stepped in a massive cow pat whilst crossing the field and had been innocently leaning on the tethering cable trying to shake the worst of it off his welly."
