Grab me a Castignari while you're there, Ralph. It's okay, I'm just sampling to see if I like it. I wouldn't have bought it anyway, so that makes it all right.


Hey Sweeney (or Spinachy O'Popeye, as one of my friends likes to call you): pop into the restaurant where Jim works and tell him that people defending his right to be paid for his music is righteous, middle class hysteria. Have a coffee - but don't forget to pay for it, and at least leave him a decent tip.


(Actually, I don't think Jim does work as a waiter anymore - I'm just illustrating a point.)