A first rate ad, containing a salutory tale for anyone who has walked into a room to find someone having a good old wank. Or at least that’s what it looks like. And of course you jump to conclusions, make wild accusations, and refuse to listen to whatever excuse is proffered. For instance, that WAS a carrot I was holding. I was shaking it vigorously because, er, it had a coin stuck in it. Why did I have my pants round my ankles? Ahhhh – LOOK! A badger.