Talking to my mate Ivor Stiffe the other day who decided to organise his tools in the garage. he was reaching for a bike pump off the top shelf of the racking, tip toed on a set of step ladders when he over reached resulting in him tumbling onto some old carpet rolls. Unfortunately, as he wanted to keep his lounge suit clean, he had removed it to carry out this manouvre. Anyway, he was in agony, as the bike pump had circumnavigated his Y fronts and wedged itself into his sphinctre as he writhed around on the carpet rolls. He was in agony and couldn't move until he heard the garage door rolling up and there was Mrs Stiffe and her friend Mrs Patel the Doctors wife from down the road. Their faces were like thunder as he tried to explain his predicament as Mrs Stiffe rang for the ambulance. We still laugh about this incident but I still think he's some kind of pervert!