There can be only one

My author portrait is done (you can find the least offensive of the session in the "about Jay" page), and thanks to the extraordinary talents of Mr Christopher Tovo I don't look like a shaved chimp in a Karnivool T-Shirt. No small task considering the subject matter, but hell, if Tovo can make Chopper Read look presentable, he can do pretty much anything.

Now, if I had a dollar for every time someone asked my if I was the lead singer of the Foo Fighters, I'd probably be driving a Ferrari have close to a neat hundo by now. Admittedly, in a darkened room, with a six pack of alcopops in you, you might be fooled into thinking I was a world-famous musician and be tempted to ask me to autograph your cleavage, but THIS WILL ONLY END IN TEARS.

(True story – I actually had a guy hovering around the photo session with Tovo (granted, we were in an alleyway next to the Cherry Bar), and when he caught my eye, he mouthed the words "Dave Grohl?" with a hopeful expression on his little face, and look like I'd kicked his dog when I shook my head. I offered to sign his cleavage anyway.)

So fuck it. This I vow: Next time someone asks me if I'm the Grohlster, I'm going to adopt my best yankee accent and say "yeah man". See where it gets me. Free drinks hopefully. Autographing some girl's lovelies? Maybe not so much…