I am guilty of using cliches. It seems they are an engrained part of our common speech. ‘I don’t have a dog in this fight’ is one I have used often and in hindsight that is regrettable. Any animals barbarically killed for human entertainment is an atrocity. That replacement, from now on, will be: It ain’t my circus, it ain’t my monkey. I really like that. Along with: What do you expect? I’m fucking old.