At 140 Craig is almost certainly the oldest resident of Brooklyn.
He has been on death row sentenced to be chucked in a pan of boiling water at the Halu Japanese Restaurant & Grill.
He has been pardoned and will be released into the mighty Atlantic.
Apparently the utter mentalists of PETA are involved.
But, despite that, fair enough. Let him roam free off the coast of Maine.
I do have two questions though.
1. I don’t eat invertebrates. Who the hell was the first bugger who saw a very large (and pinchy) bug and thought din-dins? I mean I think if I’d been around in caveman days and had “first contact” with said arthropod I’d have hurled a rock at it, ran away and then made a desperately unsuccessful attempt to get inside Raquel Welch’s fur bikini. Which oddly enough would have been more successful if I had captured said arthropod and served it with an appropriate sauce and a rather cheeky Burgundy.
2. Who the hell looked at that particular Lobster and thought, “let’s call him ‘Craig’”.