So I'm out having a nice run down the canal bank, no one around no houses in site, birds tweeting etc, and then disaster. I was bimbeling across the top of the overflow weir, and I fuckin fell in. As its a fifty fifty chance which way you fall, Being the luckiest bastard around I went in the canal side ( the deep side) not the weir. Lucky me, 6 friggin foot of muddy water full of all kinds of things that yoffel you, and about three miles from home. Squelchy trainers and jogging bottoms and a teeshirt, that once waterlogged looked like a friggin mini dress. Then along comes some bastard in a boat (probably Stand_Still he lurks around here somewhere) and says "have you fell in"? No you twat I'm sweating and always run in a dress. I'm trying out for the all comers transvestite marathon. What a fuckin stupid question. No actually I cadged a bottle of coke and a sausage roll off him, he probably thought I was on benefit, as I was better dressed than him.:toothy3::toothy3: Which one of you fuckers on here told me running was healthy and good for you. I should track you down and shit down your neck.