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| Home: Wherever he drops. Age: Somewhere between adolescence, senescence, and 86 proof. Profession: Rousing the bowsers in his band and the peanut gallery while making a party of life and a profit off that. Hobbies: Beaming benevolently. Forgetting what day it is. Last Book Read: Tom Brown's School Days by Thomas Hughes. Last Accomplishment: Convincing a soccer ball to come back to the Holiday Inn with him. Quote: "As long as you're up, get me a Grant's, Johnny Walker, Beefeater, Tanqueray, Courvoisier, Hennessy, Watney's Guinness..." Profile: The indiscreet charm of the belated bourgeoisie. The pub-prancing personification of Everysod. The last [perhaps only] Limey lout-as-star not consumed by ego. Beer: Boy Howdy! |
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Photo by Joesph Stevens
