Marmitetoasty: Our Stickman was my saviour the weekend before last ... ya see, I wanted to go the the burning of the Wickerman which was being held at the Buster Ancient Farm … having been to this ritual a few times in the past I knew that there would be hundreds of people there and that the car park would be in a farmers field a couple of fields away from the site ... so I was a bit apprehensive about going, ya see, I still walk a bit like a penguin with piles ... I aint as yet got the best of gaits lol ... and Im a bit wobbly still on uneven ground such as a bloody ploughed farmers field and climbing over a hedge sty ... its all to do with the pro-procepter muscles that surround me bionic fake knees lol and it means that uneven ground is still a bit dodgy ... anyways I SOOoooo wanted to go, especially as me matie had got some free tickets to the event and it was a great place to go 'people watching' or 'weirdo watching' lol ... I had found my people :) -- me matie said 'take ya crutches' I said 'I aint no crimple' so I took one of the beautiful sticks that The Stickman and Don Sausser had sent me ... so every time I wobbled to the left or the right I had just that little stick to stop me going arse over tit :)

Question: Do you actually walk around town and country w/a stick from Stickman? Or do you put it in a corner and admire it?