MVO: It was too early for tequila, too late for rose water. And I’ve never been fond of wine at breakfast, but I was thirsty.
I was in my private meadow – it’s a perk that comes with the job – and I chanced upon a crying angel, poor thing.
So I tasted her tears. They were tangy, with fibres, and I thought 'Nice, I could do great things with this'.
But it needed packaging, bit of a problem there, until I saw the rhinoceros. Inspiration – the answer was hanging down underneath: spherical, leathery, easily dyed. Perfect.
But what about the inside? Hmm. Well, then I saw the spiders making love, and it was as though a veil lifted from my eyes.
And in my mind, I saw the fully formed sphere: tough on the outside, soft on the inside, packed with white webbing and within, tasty, tangy liquid heaven.
ANN: Saint Orange Juice. Juice the way God meant it to be.