Today my apple was a cheeky God of Mischief called Lokappli. His hobbies included hiding in a mask and unleashing his powers on poor, unsuspecting people like Stanley Ipkiss, having a green face and slapstick comedy. His last words were, “Our love is like a red, red rose… and I am a little thorny. ” As I ate him I couldn’t help but be shocked at how long it’s been since I first saw him in a cinema in 1994 with my Nana, Ann Keyse. He tasted like a time when Jim Carrey was annoying, but didn’t annoy me.