When we were settling in to do the interview, Baker clocked my rings.
“Is that a bottle opener?” he said, pointing to one.
“Yeah,” I replied. “And I keep a backup opener in an ankle holster for emergencies.”
Baker’s flawless forehead crinkled in confusion. “Really?”
There was a beat.
“…no.” I said, and resolved to lower the syllable count of my questions going forward.
Good bloke, mind you. Great film, too.