There you are: all smooth and suave and double-O sevened-up like some secret sex maniac agent.
A matter of moments (and a half bottle of the Cuban calamity-maker) later and it's all fancy dress and acting the goat up....
But that lifestyle takes it's toll and all too soon you've gone all Dorian Gray and his picture up the attic....
And finally a well-preserved after-life as one of the denizens down below and the eternal punishment of karaoke hell...
But all in all, you just have to laugh....
Happy 50th, Commodore Jaaaaaahhhhnnnnnnn!
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