Now you need a battered old bass guitar slung real real low and a fucked up Marshall amp that spits sparks out the back. Then you need to master the art of playing said bass, whilst drinking Carlton Draught straight outta a jug (one o'the proper old heavy GLASS ones - none of this pansyarsed plastic shite!) AND clenching yer teeth to knock the ash off the end of yer Winnie Red that you've got hanging out the other side of yer mouth all the while.
I met Morgan Spurlock after a screening of Where in the Worls is Osama Bin Laden. You do look like him; at least in this shot. Hmm...I smell stand-in opportunities at MacDonalds: "Look I'm doing a sequel...Can I have a free Burger Meal?" ;p