sabremeister | Confusing people with penguins

So, this evening some of us at MTG went to see "The Mill: City of Dreams" in Drummond Mill, Bradford. The location is a textile mill that ceased production in 2002, and the play was a story about some of the people who might have come to work at the mill from all over the world in the past 60 years. It started, though, with a "presentation", complete with model, by someone in a sharp suit and a greasy moustache (Anton), as the chief exec of a development company, who were going to turn the mill into the centrepiece of a luxury flat development, which would include tennis courts, heated indoor swimming pools, secure parking and seven restaurants serving food from seven continents.

At which point I interrupt by asking how much roast penguin would cost.

Anton stopped and looked at me for a good five seconds, and I could just see him thinking, "bwuh?" before he recovered with, "excuse me?"

So I said, "Antarctica's the seventh continent, what is there to eat on it if not penguins?"

He puts in a couple of seconds of furious thinking before coming back with, "snow! The perfect thing to cool your drink with!"

So a mate of mine says, "ice."

"Perfect for when you don't have snow!"

Another mate of mine says, "beer."

Anton nods and forces us all back onto his script somehow.

You see, that's one of the dangers of doing a piece which allows audience interaction - sooner or later, you're going to get a smartarse.