I am delighted to see that Max (how many beers to go?) has been well tutored in the ways of righteousness, especially with regard to the pulchrigluteus maximus of Alizée Jacotey. His love for a perfect arse (not ass) teaches the world to sing. It ain’t big, it ain’t booty, it ain’t just out crawlin’ around. We’re talking shape, we’re talking rhythm, we’re talking the dance of love my lizard-brained brethren.