This is little Tony. Tony worked for big Tony at the Kensington Market fruit and vegetable store at St. Andrews and Kensington. Little Tony would come in first thing in the morning drink four glasses of red wine go to work at the fruit store then come back for lunch drink four more glasses of red wine and then get into trouble. Of the many hundreds of little Tony stories which all ended in him being deported by his wife back to the Azores, my favourite was when he tried to head-butt me drunk at 2 in the afternoon. He dropped the head butt, hitting me on my thick Jewish Scandinavian skull and knocked himself unconscious onto the floor. Everybody went from horror to laughter.