Oh yeah....I was the bloke wot nailed yer shoe down, put the cellophane wrap on the toilet and gave you the case o' Guiness, and lit tha' bag o' dog poop I put on yer welcome mat on fire then rang yer bell and ran away!
Ah, now I get the meaning of that old saying: "That's what mates are for."... to cop the verbal flogging I would have got for mrs starkers wet butt, had you not fessed up for the cellophane. Oh, and the cop who came door knocking for the policemans ball... I'm sending you the ticket he wrote after stepping on the dog business. 
