Reasons for this entry has be a remark made by Jan on where he lives, my desire for a Tesla, and the road trip I friend of mine took not too long ago. I'll post a link to the last part of the video he made at the end of the post.
I dearly would love to own a Tesla Model S. Preferably the P85 version or the P85+ (though I would the rims to be replaced with the standard 19" rims instead of the 21"). Were I to live in Norway I'd have one now please.
Fully kitted out the price of a Tesla is about 117k in the US, that is excluding the tax break of $7.500 in the US. In Norway this is about the same. So why would I buy a Tesla in Norway? Well, because in Norway other cars are expensive, ridiculously expensive. A Porsche Panamera is taxed to the tune of 150k plus... Not really nice. Then the running costs i.e. gas, parking, and the like. The EV driver gets parking free, recharge free of charge, they can make use of bus lanes and the like. Living in Norway (and having the cash available) it makes perfect sense to buy one.
Jan likened the place where he lives as Hell. Never understood that but watching the video of Bjørn I understood. ;)
This is a screenshot from the video, so, "Yeah Jan, It Is Hell"
Lastly the video in question.
Laphroaig 40 Year Old
70cl / 42.4%
Islay Single Malt Scotch Whisky
The oldest distillery bottling of Laphroaig, aged for 40 years and bottled at a cask strength 42.4%. Rare and much praised by the whisky community, picking up an average rating of 90/100 from the Malt Maniacs.
Right, just bought a bottle. Let's just pretend it costs thirty-seven pounds fifty... and not...
I really had no idea my last entry was dated September 30th TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN. Guess I've been away for more years than I thought. That said, I also makes me realise that returning to the fold is not easy. A lot has changed; both for me, and for the forum.
I feel alien, out of place. So what to do? Maybe the best thing is to start writing. Not about RS, mind you; I did log in on the Simple account and I couldn't believe how much has changed. I almost think everything has changed, from quest to village, from items to weapons, and from RS-forum to sal's. But that is what should do, changing. Can I live with that? Don't know yet. Best to post, I think.
* I urge you to reconsider and read it non-the-less
big bang theory, season ending
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But we make comedy, so our only hope of repaying you for your
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Some background information why it shouldn't be 'business as usual' according to Occupy Wall Street.
'Goldman Sachs rules the world'
A self-described financial 'expert' makes incendiary remarks about bankers but former Goldman traders disagree.
Chris Arsenault Last Modified: 30 Sep 2011 08:33
As economists worry about a break-up of the euro zone and protesters on the other side of the pond crash Wall Street, one self-described independent trader summed up the growing schism between the financial elite and the rest of the world by telling the BBC: "Governments don't rule the world; Goldman Sachs rules the world."
While Alessio Rastani has never worked for a major firm in the City of London – and actually lives in a small house owned by his girlfriend – his candid comments have gone viral on the internet, in a possible sign of the times. He might be considered a fraud and admits to wanting media attention, but his comments still have people talking.
"I go to bed every night dreaming of another recession," Rastani told the BBC. "It's an opportunity … When the market crashes, when the euro and the big stock markets crash… you can make a lot of money from this."
In less than 12 months, the savings of millions of people is going to vanish and that is just the beginning."
Rumours have been circulating on the internet, since the video went viral earlier this week, wondering if Rastani is a member of the "Yes men" – a satirical protest group who pretend to be corporate executives – but that does not seem to be the case. The rhetoric is either a candid portrayal of a rotten system or the musings of an attention hungry nobody, depending on who you ask.
"This idea of the testosterone fuelled alpha male in suspenders and a tie as the 'independent trader" is not the reality, said a former Goldman Sachs trader who spoke on the condition of anonymity. "This guy [Rastani] wants to be a caricature of Michael Douglas in the movie Wall Street."
Robert Shiller, professor of economics at Yale University, told Al Jazeera that the "person interviewed is young and unknown" and "yet he makes some very provocative statements". Other analysts, including the former Goldman Sachs trader, concur with Shiller.
"If Goldman ruled the world, they wouldn't have made the losses they suffered in 2008," the former Goldman trader who now works for a hedge fund told Al Jazeera. "He is right that governments don’t rule the financial world … markets are driven by opinions."
In a 2009 interview, Goldman Sachs' chief executive Lloyd Blankfein explained his banking career as "Doing God’s work", while Sidney Weinberg, the firm’s high profile managing partner from the 1930s to the 1960s described the fund’s strategy was "long-term greedy".
But another former Goldman trader, who spent six years working in the City of London and has since moved to another major investment bank, doesn’t think Weinberg's analysis holds true for the Goldman of today.
"In the 1980s and 90s, it was the most prestigious firm ... Whenever a trader would see Goldman taking the other side of a bet, it would scare them," the trader told Al Jazeera. "Over the past six months the perception of the bank has completely changed."
After the BBC aired the Goldman video, the trader and his colleagues received a tersely worded memo from their employer. "My office got an e-mail saying 'this is exactly what we don’t want you doing'. We can't access the clip at work. A lot of places have really clamped down on these kinds of things because of the climate."
Across the western world banks, bankers, speculators, hedge funds and brokers are generally loathed by the public. A Pew Research poll in April 2010 found that only 22 percent of US respondents rated banks and other financial institutions as having "a positive effect on the way things are going in this country". Banks scored lower in public confidence than other generally distrusted groups including Congress, the federal government, big business, labour unions, and the entertainment industry.
Unsurprisingly, former Goldman traders blame reckless individuals for problems in the financial system, rather than the broader institutional framework which allows massive profits and socialised risks.
The second ex-Goldman finaancer points to the recent case where a UBS trader lost $2.3bn in client funds through risks bets. "There are thousands of people who worked in the financial industry; a minor percentage of that group has responsibility for the crisis," the second trader said, adding that he has "contempt for a lot of bankers".
Playing both sides
But critics say rot runs to the financial system's core. By exploiting superior position, legal loopholes and insider knowledge, firms like Goldman have, at times, made money betting on a recession.
"A variety of strategies exist to profit from downturns; these are often lumped under the term 'shorting the market," Richard Wolff, professor of economics emeritus at the University of Massachusetts, told Al Jazeera. "Instruments exist that allow investors to bet on a downturn and profit if and when the downturn occurs (in a specific stock or bond or derivative or in groups of them)."
Goldman, for example, invested in subprime mortgages in the US, initially making money from selling a product which kick-started the 2008 recession, and then made more money betting against the market, as they allegedly knew the trouble they had caused.
"Of course we didn't dodge the mortgage mess. We lost money, then made more than we lost because of shorts," Goldman Sachs Chief Executive Lloyd Blankfein said in an e-mail dating from November 2007 and uncovered during a US Senate investigation in 2010. By shorting the market on subprime loans, Goldman reaped a profit of $4bn, while its rivals were hemorrhaging cash from the loan scheme.
"I think the biggest failure of the last five years has been the lack of regulations," said the first former Goldman trader.
At the height of the boom, then UK finance minister Gordon Brown claimed that "we will never return to the old boom and bust" economics. The economy went bust soon afterwards.
"The crystal ball is more cloudy than it has ever been in the last five or ten years," the second Goldman trader said when asked about the possible demise of the euro zone and Rastani's comments that average people's savings will evaporate. "The underlying issue is that people cannot see a fundamental driver of growth in the next five years."
Despite allegations that they rule the world, there isn't much Goldman Sachs can do about that.
So, this story was published yesterday.
The case of the disappearing cleavage
If you think Photoshopping is reserved for flashy advertisements and glossy magazine covers, think again – even politicians can’t escape the wrath of the digital airbrush. Case in point: First-year Canadian MP Rathika Sitsabaiesan is currently at the center of a Photoshopping controversy after someone deemed her cleavage too sexy for Parliament.
According to Canadian blog Contrarian, an intrepid reader performed a Google image search for Sitsabaiesan and came across the thumbnail pictured at left. When the reader clicked through to Sitsabaiesan’s offical Parliament profile, he found a modified version of the headshot which had been retouched to remove her curves, pictured below. This suggests that the original photo was altered for being too hot to handle.
Sitsabaiesan is only in her first year on the job, but has already earned praise for her confidence and poise. Unfortunately, her talent is being overshadowed by the curiously cropped photo and its ramifications for women in the political world. Critics argue that the alteration was anti-feminist, and that that the cleavage was removed to make Sitsabaiesan appear less womanly. On the other hand, many believe that the photo was inappropriate to begin with and showed disrespect for what is admittedly a very formal workplace. Both sides of the debate have their merits, but as a working woman, I’d definitely raise an eyebrow at anyone who came into the office showing as much cleavage as Sitsabaiesan did in the original photograph. Perhaps a more conservative outfit choice would have staved off the initial distraction of the low-cut shirt, and more importantly, the subsequent Photoshopping controversy.
I amazed about the public outcry. For my money it is a perfect picture, and the Photoshopped one is not. So, what do you think?
Jail inmate: Lack of porn violates US Constitution
(07-03) 20:13 PDT Mount Clemens, Mich. (AP) --
A Michigan jail inmate says he's being subjected to cruel and unusual punishment because he can't have pornography.
In a handwritten lawsuit, 21-year-old Kyle Richards claims his civil rights are being violated at the Macomb County Jail. Richards says denying his request for erotic material subjects him to a "poor standard of living" and "sexual and sensory deprivation."
The Michigan Department of Corrections tells The Detroit News that prisons allow some pornographic material, though it's banned at the jail. The American Civil Liberties Union says prisons have a lot of leeway.
Richards was charged with bank robbery after police followed a trail of snowy footprints and dropped money to his apartment from a bank robbery scene in January in Fraser, north of Detroit.
Richards pleaded guilty. Sentencing is Aug. 2.
To all of you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.
That was the title for the entry before it all went to pieces. Since then many months went by and I am back. Not back with a vengance but just thankful to be alive. Four days before xmas I embarked on a quest for money, rather, I decided to go rowing for a 'good cause'. Serious Request was in town and I had nothing else planned so I planned to take some pictures, have a good time, and do some rowing. That backfired. Seriously backfired...
Rowing is sport that is taxing, but I am good at it, or rather was good at it. The last thing I can remember is taking of my coat. Not the rowing, nor the ambulance. In essence my heart stopped (which is a good thing because the damage sustained is less than a heart attack) . Bystanders provided with much needed cpr, and the paramedics did their best to keep me alive while transporting me to hospital. In all it was all right.
The next episode was not so nice. Electroshocks are taxing on the bloodvessels in ones brain and that resulted in a plopped artery in my speach centre. They kept me in a comatose state for five days in order to speed up the healing process. The bad thing about it was the underlying heart condition: In order to survive they would need to operate and put in four bypasses. This was done. Needless to say this didn't according to plan: My lungs collapsed and they had to re-inflate them, as they say, it doesn't rain but it pours.
I was released from hospital on January sixth. Speechless. And with that I mean I couldn't utter one word, well, maybe two or three.
By and large I was lucky. The only effected area in my brain is my speech center, no loss of memory, I have complete motor control, vision is unimpaired. I do have problems with computer. As long as I type blindly all is well, the moment I need to search for keys I'm at a loss.
So this is it. I'm lucky, counting my blessings and slowly getting better. I will try to blog about it all but don't hold your breath: Writing this took about four hours...
Behind the scenes is a sneak peek at the planned game updates which we hope to launch in the coming month.
This is, however, only a plan, not a promise that a particular update will be released in a particular way or at a particular time. To get you the highest quality updates as quickly as possible, we usually keep on tweaking and testing right up until the moment before release, so, sometimes, things change or take a bit longer than expected. We aren’t afraid to change our plan if necessary, as we will never launch an update before it is ready.
Once again: The bolded part made me wonder: Never??? Ehm, well, ehhhh, sure, you never launch an update before its ready, never ever, except when you do that is
I'm ashamed to say when I arrived at the bolded part in this essay I just couldn't control my bladder Had to change both clothes and chair.
*Note to self* Never read Moford with full bladder.
How to talk trash with Almighty God
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
You know how to make God pay attention? You blame him for
your dropped touchdown pass. In ALL CAPS. On Twitter. God
What are you gonna do, Mr. Important, Mr. Almighty in the Sky, Mr. Created Everything in Six Days and Then Apparently Fell Into a Drunken Mai Tai Coma on the Beach for Give/Take 10 Billion Years?
What are you gonna do, cause a famine? Melt the ice caps? Induce global pandemics, war and rape and disease, sadness and poverty and earthquakes? What you got, oak blight? Bedbugs? Jersey Shore?
I mean, whatevs. You don't scare us. Been there, done that, you know?
Gotta say, it's getting a little tiresome, really, all this death and destruction, fire and brimstone, kowtowing and dread. Exhausting, really. It's time for a change.
Truth is, billions of flawed bipeds have been languishing under a million-year worry that if we jump out of line, blaspheme to your holy face or even draw a cute n' bearded cartoon of one version of you that you'll ... well, who the hell knows what? Flood the oceans with blood? Snap Italy like a twig? Make all women wear giant potato sacks and never have sex? Explain what "brimstone" is? As if.
Let's just say it outright: Big deal. Enough of you. Enough of this. Something's gotta give, you know? It's high time we as a generally rashy, hugely confused but still relatively high-functioning mammal spoke some hard truth to divine Christian/Muslim/Jewish power. Because the fact is, you ain't all that. Not anymore, anyway. What, you got some lightning for me right now? Locusts? Sure you do.
Look, I don't mean no wild disrespect, but why shouldn't we call you out on this rigged game you call life? Nothing is really improving down here. Nothing has really changed after all these millennia of worship and fawning and perfectly good virgins hurled into the volcano except, dammit, fewer perfectly good virgins.
How long are we supposed to keep up this charade? How long can you go on without taking a little responsibility for the teeming pile o' havoc thou hast wrought?
Because here's what we're realizing: It's pretty much all your fault, God. Allah. Jesus. Yahweh. Ba'al. Whatever. Here we are, been praising you for what, thousands of years? A million? Dressing in ridiculous outfits, observing silly rituals, offering alms and farm animals and money, falling to our collective knees before whatever wanton form we've assigned to you throughout the ages: the sun, moon, crops, the ocean, flaming tigers, sullen cows, multi-armed blood-spewing demon-goddesses, bearded grandpas in a toga, the perfect martini, you name it. And for what?
This is the thanks we get? This is how you treat us? Slums proliferating, cholera outbreaks, water shortages, iffy iPhone reception, innocent children suffering by the millions? We won't forget this insult, that's for sure. Well, not before the end of this sentence, anyway.
Let me just put it out there, semi-rhetorically: Are we really any better off today than when it all began, when we hobbled out of the roiling oceans on our shaky little fins, aiming for the banana trees? Are we really happy with how it's all turned out so far? As the wise man said, millions of us praise you 24/7, and this how you do us?
I figure it's high time someone calls you on your crap. This epic script you wrote? Riddled with flaws, the story arc falls apart in the middle, and the hero is actually a confused masturbatory nose-picking megalomaniac with a thing for war and money and porn. And this is our fault?
What would you say if we all revolted? Went on a human-wide strike and turned our attention elsewhere -- to, say, plants and moonlight and sex? That's what I thought.
Fact is, it's not like you have much choice. Have you been checking the polls? The musty old church is failing. Millions are abandoning organized religion for the more verdant pastures of self-determination and spirituality and that thing about the moonlight and the porn. You might never recover your past glories, they say. Not in your old format, anyway. What have you to say for yourself?
Get those fingers out of your divine ears. Don't pretend you're not listening. Don't pretend you're not reading this column right now. I know you are. That is, when you're not reading brainless tweets from NFL receivers or soaking up praise from the winners at the Country Music Awards or cringing as almost everyone violently misquotes you, over and over again, from the Vatican to Saddleback, GOP rallies to Taliban cave meetings. That must be fun.
It's not like we haven't tried. We did what we could with the weird, cryptic set of tools you supposedly gave us. Free will, love, insatiable curiosity, mandibles, orgasm, chocolate, music, legs up to there? Fantastic. And we've busted our butts to get it right, trained for millennia to be ready for the moment when the game-winning pass is zinging through the sunshine-drenched air into our perfectly outstretched arms. A sure thing! Game over! All praise!
And then, boom. Dropped the ball. Outta nowhere. For no reason on your green earth. Really? This is how it's supposed to be? This how you do us? We will never learn from this, not ever.
Oh, I know the risks of speaking up. They say you are not to be mocked. They say the sinners and the blasphemers, the perverts and the kinkmonkeys will get theirs in the end, a big day of atonement in the sky full of hacksaws, screaming and the new KeSha CD piped in like the devil's Muzak.
Of course, those who believe in that also believe in pregnant virgins, crimson demons and fat babies with wings. These lost souls tend to take it all embarrassingly literally, like a five-year-old hearing Peter Pan for the first time. Hey, mythology is fun, right up until it's dangerous and bloody and rapes your livestock during the Crusades.
But you know what? It doesn't seem to matter. Mock or no mock, praise or no praise, we get nailed, over and over again, no matter what. Sickened, crushed, bloodied, heartbroken, ruined, revived and rejuvenated, only to be ruined once again. We drop that damn ball, over and over again, every single day. So much for praise.
Unless ... wait, unless we've been going about this God thing all wrong? Unless you're actually not some sort of scowling robe-clad deity hanging out right there in the end zone, the political rally, the mosque or temple or shrine, but are rather this sort of indefinable hum and thrust and pulse, constant and forever, emanating from and penetrating into everything at all times everywhere? Because that would be weird.
That would mean everything, all the noise and death and joy, all the bliss and sickness and grief throughout time and eternity, they are all just myriad expressions, facets, faces of the divine pulse. How could that possibly be right? How can we possibly get our angry, needful, aching minds and hearts around that? And what are we gonna do with all this goddamn brimstone?
To end on a Runescape related moment: Why hasn't anyone started a guide on Do No Evil
Guess it's not like in old times.
Response to Egg's post
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR TolkienRead it, liked it, watched the movies, read it again, didn't like it
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling nope, only got as far as the prisoner of Azkaban, never the rest of it
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare again, not the lot
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell Still have it, somewhere; after about 50 pages enough was enough
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma -Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - A.A. Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving Kinda funny, until I read this one Garp and Setting free the bears were my favorit
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker First time ever I saw the movie before I read the book :)
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - E.B. White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas And the two sequels to it.
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
Yup, I pass the '6 books' mark.
To write a full (short) story consisting of six words only.
His answer: "Baby Shoes For Sale, Never Worn."
Are YOU up to it?
I'll kick off: "Left Luggage, Ran Fast, Am Safe."
On a side note:
Shortest poem by Ogden Nash:
I know, I know. Two nights ago we watched a movie. One of those "romantic comedies", which are obviously pretty in high demand by the average public because they/we are out of touch with our own feelings, one of those feel-good movies with a happy ending, which you know is going to happen before you even hit the play button.
This one, You've got Mail, got me on a wild goose chase. You see, we are Dutch. That means we were separated from a large part of the writers of children's books. Translating books tends to raise the price of them, and since children are a limited market...
In this movie there was a reference to 'The Ballet Shoes' by Noel Streatfeild, though I honestly think it should be spelled Noelle. Hunting for the name got me another title: Saplings. That book I found and it blew me away. But that is beside the point. During that online hunt I came across a short story by T. Coraghessan Boyle, Chicxulub. The opening sentence blew me away:
It's only a short story, so if you want to read it: http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2004/03/0...currentPage=all
Yesterday evening the talk of the day was girls. Not girls as in "Wow, that is a looker", but more like "now here is a girl most would NOT like, but I do".
Oh, the conversation centered mostly on the looks of the girl in question. So, what would be the most unlikely candidate for me you might ask. In short, Julia Stiles.
What can I say, I really like her. Oh, almost forgot, K. would go for Bjork
Go on... Have a go :P
At times something extraordinary pops up. In this case a commercial for Martini. You know the ones: Great atmosphere, beautiful people, nice locations, and some music. In my mind Martini is one of those companies with the best branding of all time. The Clooney one, the Charlize Theron one (old, 1993, but still great).
Well, early this year they, once again, had a break-through. This is the one:
The agency responsible for it: Watson & Lewis
At that time my eyes were solidly on the pics, and at the same time the left foot started tapping on the floor. Caro Emerald, never heard of her before, but that was about to change. Some research got me this:
Name: Caroline Esmeralda van der Leeuw
Stage Name: Caro Emerald
First single released in 2009, after earning her degree from the Amsterdam conservatory of music in 2005, called Back It Up. She first sang it live on AT5, a local Amsterdam tv station, but she had it on her repertoire since 2008.
October 2009 Martini announced using her 'A night like this' for said commercial. December 2009 saw the release of that song.
Januari 2010 saw the release of her first album: Deleted scenes from the cutting room floor. One week later it hit 1st spot on the Dutch album chart and still is going strong (23 weeks).
That Man is her 3rd single from said album. And I love the Saul Bass inspired clip that goes with it:
Old style, newly written songs, and a hell of a voice. What cannot be liked?