The entirely sane and non-guilty Robert Blake has a civilized chat with Mr Potato Head, Piers Morgan. FYI, Bob doesn’t care what Piers thinks, what you think, the people on the internet think, or even what he thinks HIMSELF. He only cares what God thinks. Yes. Somehow, Robert Blake can see into the mind of God and God thinks he’s doing okay. I enjoy Blake’s olde worlde metaphors – “I can’t buy spats for a hummming-bird!” and his assertion that Piers looks “silly”. Strong words from a man naked under a waist-coat and wearing a cowboy hat.

(Trivia – apparently Lynch cast him as The Mystery Man after seeing him on Johnny Carson directly addressing a man he’d beaten up. “And you can’t do a thing about it because there was nobody there to see it.”)