Honolulu, 2009.  After a sweet two weeks sipping on Chi Chis on the North Shore, smoking hoover in Maui and accidental sunburn between the boobs in Waimea, I’ve pulled myself together to do an interview with the wonderful Mike Ledger.  By “pulled myself together” I mean to say I put a singlet over my bikini and hailed a cab.  When I pull up outside 930 McCully St I at first think I must have the wrong address.  There is literally no signage for Mike Ledger Inc.  Like NONE!  How custom only is that? I then notice his name a plaque outside, like a lawyer’s sign or something.  Phew.  Bye bye taxi.  I fumble over the buzzer too, and by this stage I’m feeling quite intimidated.
MORE LEDGER!