Go ahead, leave. I'll be fine. All I need is another tonic. And this cabbage.

With the beard and corn-cob pipe it would be easy to mistake this man as the first mate of the Pequod. But no this is my father, right before he crammed a head of cabbage up the photographers ass and got a refill on the gin and tonic. You just don’t start snapping candids of a guy who dresses up like a Portugesian mercenary just to go rummaging around in the kitchen.