well , ive heard tales of chaps in similar distress who have either a ) hit the bottle ( as arnold has his own public house i can only advise him to steer well clear of that particular option , b ) take a sabbatical ( not really on the cards at this moment in time as im pretty sure that arnold doesnt even know where hes left his car keys ) , or c ) read the small-ads for a local exorcist and get them to pop round and do a job-lot on the entire building ( mmma little melodramatic for a man of arnolds constitution and besides , it may well turn out to be the reverend colin wheatsheaf who volunteers and arnold could find himself in a worse state than he was before ) no , there is only one thing to do when life has got you on the ropes and the referee is looking into your eyes deciding whether or not to call off the contestyou must turn to your friends .