Don’t you sometimes want to do something a little unorthodox? Don’t you want to live life on the edge? When someone points the finger at you, accusing you of being a boring old fart, don’t you want to hold something up and tell them that they’re wrong?
Don’t you sometimes want to shave a pie?
Reuben and I did. It was a marvellous occasion for all, except the pie, which everyone forgot about and had to be thrown out.