I fear that Mr WithaY is in the grip of a strange and terrible addiction. Not drink. Not drugs. Not even sea fishing.
No, this is an addiction more terrible even than those.
He is carving vegetables like a man possessed. Look:
He's made a Spaceship. Out of a squash, mostly. It has chili legs, with little carrot footcups*, wings made of cardboard (so possibly an entry in the Office Stationery category of the Village Fete?) and engines made of champagne corks.
My personal favourite is the teeny alien pilot, made of a chili and some cloves.
It's mighty impressive, especially when viewed from the "Please spare our lives, o mighty alien overlords" position:
I was preparing supper last night, and listening out for my gorgeous guitar teacher, and Mr WithaY was pottering about near the vegetable rack. I went to have my guitar lesson, and an hour later, bam! There it was, on the side, looking tremendous.
*thanks to Futurama for teaching me the appropriate name for those.