My life and times...

I've decided to start writing my biography, which I'm scared may be called, "But Why is the Rum Gone? One Man's Mission to Drink all the Alcohol in Sydney: The Kevin Silverman Story."

I started writing it the other night over a few drinks with friends on the back of three cocktail napkins. In the morning, one was missing, one was smeared with beer having been used as a coaster, and I'm not sure the third was in English.

That said, the next morning I found part of my autobiography in black marker, on my forehead, in reverse.