Ever feel like your day job as a caster salesman is interfering with your efforts to become an artist? Like you have not paid your dues, put anything really of value on the line (like your life? freedom? your veins??) Ahh, it happens to us middle-class folks who feel we just have a bit toooo much to lose when it comes down to living or dying for your art.

Well, we can always dress the part if nothing else. Here's bohemian Pete on his way to see of all people, Amy Winehouse. Try as I might, I just can't see him in a day job.