I fondly recall Tony Robinson doing the story of oysseus on TV which was excellent. Just him wandering over rocks and stuff telling the story. Might have been as part of Jackanory or something.
I think that was his own thing - there was a book related to it, as well, either of the odyssey or the argonauts, I forget which. I only vaguely remember it, but he retold the story with lots of silly, but inconsequential anachronisms, like cannibals hurling little stainless steel forks at their escaping dinner.
I SOLD him tea. We didn't serve the food, we just sold it. At very busy moments we didn't even fully prepare it for them, to tell the truth.
Also, you know those 99 ice cream machines? You know you'd think that working with them and making ice cream constantly and always being able to make a free one for yourself any time you liked (indeed, at the end of the day there was almost always stuff left over, and it would be washed down the drains or eaten) would mean you'd end up getting utterly sick of the stuff?
You don't. Really. It's still as wonderful as ever even by the end of september. Man, that was a good summer. Fresh air, free food, chatter with tourists from all over the world, and all the sparrows you could want.