Picking up the septic tank in a net from the highest Golf tower to return to Bessbrook. Pull in loads of power, drop over the edge and get flyaway speed when the following conversation took place.
Me: Oh ****
RHS: What is it?
Me: ****
RHS: FFS, what is it?
Me: I just told you, there is **** everywhere
LHS: WTF?
Me: The lid on the tank has come off* and we are down creating our own brown chemtrail!
LHS & RHS in unison: Oh ****!!
We 'successfully' dropped our load back at BBK much to the disgust of the TSW det who had to hose down the pan afterwards. All I can say was that it must have been curry night up on the mountain because there was a lot of brown stuff and it was very smelly. The plus side was that as we came around the corner to BBK there were some little scrotes underneath trying to throw golfballs up at us. They got a nice surprise
*the lid was still attached, but the paracord tying it shut had snapped