This put me in mind to wonder what on Earth possessed the publisher to print a book on pasta and a book on cats in the same format as it seems to me that a cat pasta combination is somewhat far from a good one. I put the peculiar mix to the back of my mind until later, when I encountered a friend of mine who I deemed would appreciate the anecdote. The content of the potential act would be a man named Pat being pushed in a large armchair with particularly well oiled castors from one side of a stage to another, while trying to retain a firm hold on both cat and pasta. The culmination of the act being that at one point the armchair catches upon something on the stage floor causing the chair to topple unceremoniously over, sending Pat, cat and pasta to an untidy and rather unpleasant looking heap, at which point the curtain is to drop quickly.
Scene is a room with obvious cheese in the middle.
I mean the obvious dairy produce. I thought there'd be cheese, I only just noticed. You barstard, I told you about it. Socratic Dialogue I remember from my youth an excellent dialogue which took place at an eating house in Athens. I have to say I'd forgotten all about it until you just saying that has reminded me.