Bald, with a faint smell of patchoulli and burnt toast. Learned everything i know from the dog-eared pages of Russ Meyer and Harpo Marx autobiographies and generally hate anything deemed cool with extreme prejudice. A long time exponent of the surreal and macabre, i would like to stress that death and strange smells should be welcomed and revered. Never judge what you don't know and cant see. If music be the food of love...... I'm well f***ed!