Not on this 'public' forum! But suffice to say whilst walking between shots, on a course in Kent, he disappeared in a puddle. The olde nursery rhyme 'Doctor Foster went to Gloucester' must have been written for Phil... but Phil has stayed put in the 'shire.
Apologies chaps but I've only just seen this posting, I must therefore clarify a few things.
Firstly, it was not a puddle...it was a ditch a very deep smelly ditch!!
Come on now we've all done it haven't we??? thought an algae covered ditch was a green gravel path...no???...oh well just me then....but it was getting very dark!
Second point it was nothing like Dr Foster as he only disappeared up to his middle...I dissappeared completely and was only saved by some quick thinking MOD Fire Officers who managed to drag me and my flares out despite being doubled up with laughter, I don't really see what was so funny.
Now let that be the end of the matter and I propose that we don't play any such dangerous sports at our get together.