Dopey trademarks, jump bar theory. He's loaded with this crap.
But, just as a look so fierce it could freeze a Doberman, he has this crude presence that appears to trigger a natural reaction in others, the manner in which a group of gazelle at a watering opening will quit drinking and gaze upward as one when they aroma a major feline upwind. This dim charm is built up by his eccentric discourse design, a ruthlessly effective crossover of Glaswegian, Cockney, and New York dock slang, sprinkled with nautical and military language, rank irreverence, Gaelic, Arabic, and Swahili terms, and grabs of light melody verses. At the point when he's having some fantastic luck what rises up out of his mouth is a stripped and oily, gruff, and strong marine verse. This marine alcoholic has worked out his
