Dummy Run

There was this one time, in our younger days, when me, my agent Bernie Shimshelwitz, Lenny "the Lips" Bignold and Little Jimmy Teak (pictured) brought a bit of the old waccy baccy back from a trip to Amsterdam. Bernie and I were brickin' it cos I'd just got a tasty little cameo in Never the Twain and I did not need bad press, but Lenny was dead confident since he'd had the bright idea of stashing the hash inside Little Jimmy Teak's noggin. I'm relieved to say we actually got away with it, but it was a close run thing when an over confident Little Jimmy started shouting at the customs officers "Got all the gear, I've got all the gear!" Madness.