Yeah, it's almost like you had no reason to write that.

The first paragraph mostly suffered from being too cutesy. Then the Apron happened.

All those people have made a fair amount of shitty artistic product as well. And people -like us- get to make fun of that.

Look to the Big Summer Tent-Pole.

Yeah, I mean; I can't think of any interview questions either. But that's why I'm not a journalist.

Avuncular skeeving is the most common!

TANKARDS OF WILTED CABBAGE FOR ALL!

Well, then what were all those foods doing there?

"Hey, wanna go check out my new mattress?"

"She is willing to go get You a beer, and hang out with The Boys!"

"And we were both wilting in a puddle of lime juice, for which Pantene paid millions!"

Ronda Lindstadt, we'll say.

You oughta see what happens later on, when he's kneeling on the Oval Office carpet, weeping and praying! Then Hank Kissinger walks in!

"…or as the Indians call it, 'maiiize…'"

"And as I was attempting to tie my apron around Brian Blessed…"

"Things got a little more real, that day at the forge. In the hot, sweaty smithy, Increase was tying on my leather apron when I realized he was wearing nothing under his…"

It would have been great if the "interview" then veered off into a long celebration of the apron.

This show is why every bar I've ever been into that seemed like a place not originally slated to be a bar -and was slapdash decorated to *kind* of resemble a place where one might be legally licensed to sell booze- is immediately to be called "The Regal Beagle."

Not because he wasn't important: say what you will about Chuck, he was indeed important. It's just that "hugely important" is a fucking clunker. You don't get to use phrases like that when you write for a living.

Cut to the chase: is the "authority"…Burl?