We are far more liable to catch the vices than the virtues of our associates.

So I am indulging in my angle thing again, and wouldn't you know it, there's two blokes on the roof giving me lip. Thankfully, the breeze meant that their spit kept blowing back upon them. The best they could manage was chucking a rope at me (you can see it on the left there). I did consider climbing up there and giving them a thorough thrashing, but - like Richard Gere sans the gerbils - I am a gentleman, rather than a brute.