Here I am looking suave and debonair with a tiny piece of porcelain in the shape of an angel in my hand. This was taken in February of this year (2000) and represents that I, yes I, am King for the Year. I dunno, it's a French thing. Basically, you eat a cake and if you happen to be lucky enough to chip your tooth on the piece of porcelain, you get to be Roi de L'anne.

I'm still King until next February, and I'm always looking for a few good minions.