I can remember having a completely pointless argument with a sport-obsessed friend about the semantics of whether Jason Robinson was a shit rugby player or not. All hinging on the word shit and whether anyone could really technically be described as such. I fear that the argument lasted at least an hour. You know it's gone on too long when the onlookers, originally entertained or intrigued by such a bloody stupid debate move on for fear of being used as argument-fodder, "What do you reckon, Dave? Can any player, let alone one that played international rugby really be described as shit?"
"LEAVE ME OUT OF IT" exclaims Dave running into the night, hurtling into the oncoming traffic of the nearby arterial route just to avoid becoming an active participant.
Oh, happy day.