We cant have you talking to old Cym like that I know he stinks of piss and is bench alky and sheep fiddler but show some respect for Christs sake
I am not a sheep fiddler.As i explained to the magistrate at the time.I was taking a short cut home across the field from the pub.I stumbled and tumbled down the hill.My trousers became removed and somehow a sheep became entangled in my wellingtons.Inexplicabily in the cofusion i somehow developed an erection and i accidentaly entered the sheep as i fell across her.