Mostly armless.
When I was about 6 or 7 my whole family went on a summer holiday in the very north of Scotland, which I'm sure to this day was some kind of tasteless joke but it is however, not the subject of this story. While on this 'holiday' we took a day trip to Wick, which was at the time, in my tiny mind, the amputee capital of the world. I must have seen at least 4 people with an arm or a leg missing which was 4 more than I had ever seen in my life.

At one point as we walked under a scaffold and a kilted man with no arms passed us. At this point I started to point and laugh as hard as I could to which my Mum responded by giving me a really hard smack and an immense bollocking which, on the face of it, was less than I deserved.

I was crying too hard to explain and I'm sure to this day she isn't aware that as we walked under the scaffold with the armless highlander approaching us, my older brother, who was in front of me, was hit square on the top of the head by a massive drop of water falling from the scaffold which, in my young mind, was the funniest thing ever and definitely merited pointing and laughing.

Timing is the most important element of comedy. That was the lesson I learned that day.
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