The way through the wood.
A bad side of me enjoys pranks. Harmless ones I hope. Today it crosses my mind that it would be fun, assuming great wealth, to go into the poshest of restaurants and order a bottle of Krug or Dom Perignon Champagne, specifying the vintage and adding at the last moment the instruction: "Please make sure that it is hot. But on no account allow it to boil."
Overheard on the train "Edinburgh is like a beautiful woman with a bad temper."