Standy...15!

Television. Live.

I didn't think I would ever do that. Live on TV. Playing guitar. It was an adventure. Being a part of something you don't entirely understand (it was shot in Arabic, no we weren't dubbed), is slightly surreal. Almost metaphorical.

I'm becoming less and less impressed by that term.


Talisker. Spice.

Vodka is a choice. Except the potentially damaging Romanov. That's a mistake.

Vonamor? F*ck you Shilpa!

But I've been more recently introduced to the single malt experience. I think you need to earn your stripes here. It's quite worth the trouble. Makes you seem a whole lot classier. Even if you sip in boxers.


Travolta. Old.

The escapades of Johnny Dancing Shoes have been well received since 1975. Even when it involved tolerating an insufferable hairdo. The man's got the look. Well, he did have the look until he decided to hijack a train by scaring the motorman with his wrinkles. The movie is a Sunday afternoon jingbang. Watch it, don't, I don't think anyone cares lesser. Least of all Botox Inc.

We still love you, sir. We do.