I have ever had that blaze of inspiration, that ends up with a night of beer and bbq with a stranger. A good potato in jacket. But if you were to ask me if I was well travelled these days, I’d have to argue that I’ll go as far as my dog will take me. He’s a cripple. I wonder as far as my bedside table, being in recovery - but I am glad for the immaculate conception, suspended as he is. Do you ever think of black comedy such as this?