I used to dig and lamp with a fella who seemed to attract mishaps like moths to a light,got tangled in an electric fence and said he had to get home to his wife as he had the best hardon he'd had for years..jumped over a wall and ended up to his neck in a slurry pit,lamped some local playing fields and while the dog was running a fox a car shot through the gate closely followed by the filth He wasn't too keen on the sharp end of the quarry either and on a dig in an awkward spot in a patch of blackthorn i had the terrier in one hand and the fox in the other he was a bit slow helping me out,