I apologize all the time. Never sincerely, of course - why rob the experience of fun and whimsy? - but just to practice I guess, in case the unthinkable happens. That’s right, even I make mistakes, though the last time was in 2003 when I stupidly agreed to share my ice-cream with someone (long story short: I lost half of my ice-cream) but the point is.. look I don’t remember. Something to do with sharks.