When I was knee high to a grasshopper, I was strolling through the
cornrows at grandad's farm one sunny day. Lost in thought, happy as
a clam. For some reason I happened to look up, and inches from my face
was the nastiest, hairy-legged, giganticus spider you'd never want to meet.
Since that day I've been immune to the charms of country life.
Iím not familiar precisely with exactly what I said, but I stand by what I said whatever it was.