Donny snatched it from my hand and put it back on the tray. "Everything but," he said. "We don’t eat the fucking bananas. Trust me," he added as I went to object, "if you are ever once known to eat a banana in public, the next thing will be a picture, and then there will be bananas everywhere and all those skin-headed pricks will be laughing at you your whole life, even when they give you a prize for art and you live in a mansion, that fucking picture will crop up everywhere for ever more."