Shooting Potatoes

About three months ago, via the free food shelf back at the youth hostel, God provided me with a cardboard sack containing about a dozen potatoes to eat.

Today, having spent most of the past three months in the UK, I rediscovered the same sack, still sitting in the larder, and found that the potatoes had been using their downtime effectively:

"It’s time to play the music,
It’s time to light the lights…"