"That's the only part I remember. They didn't let me perform because they don't let me dance," he says, with a tone as if he's letting her in on a big secret, although... really who's surprised, he's just shy of six and a half feet all and all uncoordinated elbows and knees, it probably looks like he's dying if he tries. A pause, he considers this, then: "Well, once, but I woke up in a train in Bat Yam dressed as Michael Flatley. Never again."

You did not, Wolfgang, stop lying.