I think if you ever saw Pete Smith coming towards you, then perhaps it’d be best to just cross the road because here nothing, absolutely nothing, goes the way it is supposed to for his foil commentary foil. Whether he is simply trying to avoid an insurance seller; or needs his lighter to work reliably; or is some fastidious chap who just wants his shirts perfectly starched, it’s never simple. Perhaps it’s the day you decide to wash your filthy car (wearing a white shirt!) whilst the road surface is riddled with lovely dirty puddles, or maybe you find an old hammock and decide it’s time for tha...