*chuckles, accidentally spilling some champagne on his fingers* *pensively* I could be an underdog-famous-photographer. And I could clean your flat during the day to earn my keep. Well, maybe not that, but I'd definitely talk about cleaning your flat.
*turns his head to the side and licks the spilt champagne from his fingers* *looks at you looking at the ceiling* I reckon living in one's own head is the safest thing to do these days. You live outside it and you're gonna lose a kidney.