Ladies and gentlemen, if you happen to be in New York tonight, you just might want to get along to The Air Sex World Championships. That’s right, The Air Sex World Championships. The rules are simple: ‘It’s a lot like Air Guitar, but instead of rocking out with an imaginary guitar, you’re making sweet and/or filthy love with an imaginary sex partner’. Ah, yes, fun. Of course.
I don’t care if Jimmy Hendrix was dragged kicking and screaming from where he lies, put through a torrid round of detox, and handed an invisible guitar – a Flying V carved out of the bones of Robert Johnson. It would still pale in comparison to this.