Naturally, the touchy airline crew went apeshit and when the plane landed, the LAPD was waiting for Mr. Zizza.

He grew disenchanted with playing second banana and never getting credit for the laughter.

If you're not one yourself, you've probably come across one, perhaps even taken advantage of apps such as Unbaby.me, which helpfully replaces the endless feed of baby pictures with images of cats or, if you prefer, bacon. Because sharents have a tendency to get a little … carried away.

There seemed no one to dispute his claims when he said, or rather shouted, in stentorian tones: I am Tsa. This is my she. Who wishes her more than Tsa?