Now, call me old fashioned, but if I were standing on the deck of the Titanic, facing an angry mob for some obscure reason that I can't fit into this analogy, and the vast majority of onlookers were watching to see if I'd sink like a salty old seaman with a leaden leg and cannon balls, I would be most thankful to the kindly few who broke through the ranks to offer me a comfy deck chair upon which to bob safely along to shore.
Failure even to recognise such camaraderie and support, let alone offer a mumbled thanks, could appear to some observers as a little bit, dare I say, trollesque?
In other words, if someone offers you the hand of friendship, don't wipe your arse with it.
