It's well known decs, the web footed fen monkey, hails from deepest, dullest Norfolk so one can only assume all that time you spent chained together in the cooler had a lasting effect on the pair of you. For poor old decs it meant being strangled to death in his sleep and stored in your deep freeze to be taken out daily for "golfing in Norfolk", a euphemism for being buggered senseless whilst you regale his thawing corpse about lobster forks, the great time you and the priests have with the choir boys and your handicap-not in the golfing sense but a real mental and physical handicap you have rendering you a dribbling mong with an extremely low IQ and a predisposition for vile sexual depravity