Not bad for 44…
With new friend Monica, at large in Beirut
…He doesn’t look a day over 43 and three-quarters.
That’s right folks, the Jet-Set Hobo doesn’t tell jokes. He just refreshes your memory!
It’s his birthday today, making him the same star sign as Jesus. But I digress. Let’s raise a glass to every traveller with Tattinger tastes and a Mad Dog 20/20 budget. If we all pull together, we can at least get an upgrade to business class, a table at a decent restaurant, a complimentary glass of methode champenoise and a chocolate under our pillow. Such are the limits of our worldly ambitions.
Anyway, this particular Jet-Set Hobo has but two ambitions left. One, is to play a villain in a James Bond movie. Not necessarily the villain, but a villain. The other is to have a clothing label or at the very least a bar named after him: The Jet-Set Hobo line of clothing. Come on, it’s a no brainer. And a cocktail bar named ‘Scottie’s Place’ has a certain je ne sais quoi, wouldn’t you say? Beirut seems like as good a place as any for it, if not better. Not that I expect to do any actual work there, just show up occasionally with my deadbeat club and drink the profits dry.
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It may seem an odd occupation for a globe-trotting, nightlife loving bachelor, but over the last few months, I’ve been writing a children’s book called The wild cats of Piran. It’s about a colony of feral cats who live in a small medieval town on the Adriatic sea. The book is intended to appeal to very bright 9 year olds and up. The sort of thing a bookish, cat loving adult could enjoy whipping through in a long afternoon sitting in a snug armchair by an open fire. A great believer in letting the work speak for itself, if you’re at all interested, I suggest you contact the author directly, 
Happy Birthday Mr. Hobo!