Vaughn earlier referring to an Australian batter's big feet as his 'wheels'. "He's got big wheels' he reassured Agnew.

I can testify that from student shoots, to crews on welsh soap operas, to short films - to apparently IMAX blockbusters - nobody asks the sound recordist what they would like.

I wouldn't be surprised if their roar (plus Ben Burtt's Star Wars sound FX, experienced at the age of 7) instilled in me my liking for distorted guitars and electronics.

Perhaps still a grandparent's house, as I can't imagine any home owner with such carefully topiaried trees would otherwise allow such a plastic carbuncle on the front lawn (and maybe another clue is it's not on the lawn).

For all we know the background is a mirror, and there's one Vulcan reflected and that view of mountains and a lake is actually behind us.

No gardens, just hammered in signs of political allegiance.

A rare mating pair of Vulcans. Possibly a nest nearby.

Amazingly the house remains. All the trees are gone (I fell out of one of them when I was a child). A cold house, with black widow spiders in the dark corners, and a basement for tornado warnings (I remember the green sky and howling siren of a close call). A storm ditch down the road to play in.

"they say he snowed in a man up north. Kept him in his car overnight while making off with his gal"

Filming it flying away, then losing my balance on the riverbank.

It was a flight of fancy. Hot chestnuts once sold on the street, but never toast. Sorry.

The Toast Man drove him out of business by offering a wider range of toasting options.