I never fail to be amazed by the levels of energy displayed here on MS stage. I often think that if you could somehow wire the P,C, V, K and a few other terminals of MS together, half of the world's electricity problems would have been solved! Never mind. These folks are genetically programmed for generating a trillion megawatts of horsepower, that too on an hourly basis. Okay, a couple of units may sputter and yawn from time to time, but that's that.

Well, today it's the turn to review the profile of one of the most prolific stars here on MS Holy-wood. Having a hundred plus movies to his credit is by no means a mean achievement. Ladies and gentlemen.....presenting Michael Do-glass. The man, the machine, the unmistakable beard. His philosophy is strictly guided by his Bee-suck Instincts. Ever on the lookout for honies (plural of honey, period), Mr Do-glass, a man of immaculate and refined tastes, never lets go an opportunity to appreciate anything that is beautiful, and smells good. Unlike his co-stars who can sign upto seven and sing upto seventeen drinks, Mr. Do-glass calls it a day after two. This fascinating sense of responsibility has earned him the respect and admiration of his large number of fans, most of whom are Siren Stones themselves!

Well....Tame Cruise fell from his chair and became Lame Cruise for a day. And Spamela Anderson misplaced one of her.....er.....earrings. So both were unavailable for todays review. We shall try to accommodate Tame Cruise and Spamela Anderson with both of her....er....earrings....at the earliest opportunity!

Cheers
Broad Pate