Thank you, Tom Bombadil, and thank you Blackberry. Kudos to Houseboy for having the balls to display them in such fashion. The world is a far, far better place for the fact of having eccentric characters in it, and I will surely sleep better tonight for the fact of having witnessed this instance of freedom in action.
I suspect that the only thing which could make me happier right about now would be to see Houseboy ride a chopped bicycle, resplendent with hi-rise handlebars and extended forks, through the middle of a trailer park, smiling and waving happily at the rednecks he was riding past.
Now please excuse me whilst I go wash my mouth out with warm, soapy water for having used the terms 'trailer park' and 'rednecks' rather than 'caravan park' and 'bogans' respectively. I'm aware the terms used befit the moment better, but I still feel somewhat shabby for having said them!