1st February 2018
“Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?” the old philosopher asked me from across my kitchen table.
    I leapt up onto the table’s freshly greased surface and played a 45-minute drum solo while I gave the question some thought.
    Eventually I returned to my chair, gave the philosopher a knowing smile and said, “Francis Bacon’s bacon-arranger.”
    The philosopher nodded, very slightly, then rose to his feet and climbed back down the plughole in the sink.
    Having taken another step on my journey to enlightenment, I startled a passing executioner in celebration.