It has been suggested by both Framling and Mic, and to some extent actually witnessed by Jonny and Angus, that I should sell day passes to my brain so other's can revel in me spontaneously exploding into laughter as I magically conjure up visions of 50 Cent flipping burgers at what was up to that point an ordinary punk rock show. I'm thinking they've got a point.

These lovely chaps, file photo found via cheynesaw, are the ones you'll have to persuade to get access to the next level. Yep. These are the doormen that work the entrance to "Being Arturo Escartin".