For many a year, I knew a wondrous storyteller, a man of infinite jest, who would oft times regale with stories of how, under proper conditions, a person could create a spark within their mouths. As I sat this night in a London alleyway, every gentle who did pass me, did smile my way and a flash would escape each smile. This did remind me of this bearded yarn spinner. Leaning heavily against a wall, a wistful smile cross'd my lip. And lo, a spark did as well. Glad tidings wherever you be.