My dad was a dancer with his two brothers on the variety hall stage before WWII -- they toured the length and breadth of Great Britain -- they must have been pretty good, because they were once in a Royal Command Performance before the Queen (and only the best of the best were invited to thing slike that). I have some of their original posters advertising the show on my family room wall.
I bet if he could have seen this 7-foot tall poster billing me as "Max The Magnificent" he would have a great big smile on his face. I miss my dad.
@MeasurementBlues: Sorry Max, can't be on your chat. I'm having lunch with your boss.
I imagine he or she will be taking you to the nearest UBM Management Spa & Day Resort -- I hear they have them scattered across the country -- that's why it's always so difficult to get hold of them -- they say they are in meetings or on conference calls, but the rosy glow of their skin and the way they glisten (drip, in some cases) with aromatic oils tells another story....