After the labyrinth brought us full circle, Chuck proposed we apply cow-tipping to the upright-sleeping minotaur. Bovine, it’d be unable to rise. We could then navigate our way out at leisure.

But the minotaur climbed to its feet.

“That was,” it growled, “the wrong, wrong way to tip a dairy.”

Graham Robert Scott has yet to visit Tipperary. Or Crete.