I'm Andrew (Andy, Pandy, Pozz, Potta, Pots, Plotsy) Dal Pozzo and heres a little story that would pretty much sum me up.One Thursday night a couple of guys from the footy club and I skipped off to Maccas to avoid the vulgar dinner that was being prepared after training. Getting out of the car and making sure all doors were locked in my no-central-locking '93 Lancer I closed the door, only to realise that there was no rattle of my keys in my pocket. Of course, they were in the ignition. After mum came down with some other car keys which could not unlock it, I resorted to call the RACV who soon unlocked it with ease. Although it wasn't too serious an ordeal as we got back in time to hear the teams read out, I of course copped every slack that came my way. In time I got home, soon to be on the phone to the RACV again after an absence of jingling in my pocket drew me to see my keys once again dangling from my car's ignition.
Incase you weren't aware or couldn't see, there were six snails placed on my lock in the video above. Some of you probably don't see snails the way I do, but don't deny it, you would've jumped too lol.
