"Blue for the tears," I suggest, "black for the night's fears; the stars in the night don't mean nothing to you - they're a mirror. And it must have high handlebars."
But no, apparently this response is not couched in motorcycle-speak and will not do. Before the whole thing degenerates into a Name That Tune contest, I adeptly change the subject to cake stands. We seldom disagree on cake stands.
Scottish Husband, still in a machinery state of mind, mentions that we could get a folding cake stand. I have never heard of these!
Armed with my trusty Google search button, whole new worlds open before me. Aha! I had seen them before on my constant quest for the best afternoon tea in Ireland, but I hadn't realised that they fold.
I must have one! I bet Gwen Stefani has one. I guess you want one too, now that you know that they fold. Is there going to be a global run on folding cake stands?