So as a 10 year old lad in the middle of Somerset, much of my summer holiday was spent in the woods
We'd fish for sticklebacks, we'd make bows and arrows, we'd build dens, rope swings, rafts, dams, and, of course, spent a significant portion of our time climbing trees.

Consequently, a friend and I developed a magnificent device to enable the quickest access to the higher branches of a tree - this device was a long length of strong rope, with a stout stick tied to the bottom. You throw the stick over the high branch and lower it down. Then, sitting astride the stick, you pull yourself up, and, when you get to the branch, grab it, and hey presto - you're already in the middle of the tree.

Now, early one morning in the middle of spring, I was walking through one of the higher fields on my way to the woods. This field is about a mile long, with grass about waist-high to my 10 year old self, and it being early morning, the grass was still covered in dew.

The field is uphill in the direction I was travelling, and muddy, and by the time I was two thirds through, I was bloody knackered, and wanted to sit down. Of course I couldn't sit down, as the ground was muddy, and the grass was wet.

I was so knackered.

Suddenly, a rather dull, 20-Watt lightbulb went off in my head. I had my rope and stick ... which I sit on when climbing trees ... it supports me ...

I placed the stick between my legs under my bum, held on to the rope, and sat down - SPLASH - heavily into the puddle in which I was standing.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 13:20, 7 replies)

I had to read that through twice to make sure you were being as stupid as I thought you were.
You were, so this gets a click.
(Spleep Shit, or get off the internet., Mon 27 Sep 2010, 13:37, closed)

click!
this is frickin awesome, i used to toy with the idea of using a fishing rod and hooking my belt to it, then hoisting myself skywards, the more i reeled myself in, the higher i got... the crucial point is that i never tried.
(Ross McBingobangobongo bingobangobongo, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 14:03, closed)

You used to watch a lot of Wiley Coyote, didn't you?
A man after my own (sometimes idiotic) heart.
( Wanderer, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 15:39, closed)

I too was looking for a deeper meaning
But no, you were just incredibly thick. A click for helping to maintain fair Somerset's proud reputation for intellectual superiority.

Ingenious device though.
( Scrumper, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 16:50, closed)

One of many
There are great many things that can go wrong in Somerset, rolling bales of hay, getting stuck in badger holes, thinking a slurry pit is just a dry bit of muddy ground, the old pill boxes that are everywhere, sounds about right.
(bluehamster, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 17:09, closed)

Kid logic
Nothing is as clever, until reality crashes in. Damn reality!
And damn you I now have to clean tea off of my keyboard.
(Brambly Slag is strangely attracted to Steve Buscemi, Mon 27 Sep 2010, 18:07, closed)

*click*
This image won't stop popping into my head at random times making me giggle, damn you.
(Freakmandu, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 6:45, closed)