It is a sign of the times we live in when you are suspended by your arms half way down a man-hole, with your feet sloshing around in a several years worth of DBW Tea induced bowel movements, to look up and see your team mates, friends, and would-be rescuers holding back the sniggers.
Not only that, but half of them, instead of rushing to your aid have one hand in their pockets contemplating a grab for their the mobile phones so they can forever immortalise the moment their clumsy keeper fell in the sceptic tank.
I am just grateful that Doddy is new to the Wick.
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Life saver or party pooper, who could say?
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