Here’s a query. What does a “Daft Punk-esque” British rock star wear on stage? If your answer was, “A shabby teal suit jacket, a fat aqua necktie, and a dress shirt with rainbow-striped sleeves that extend past his fingertips,” you’d be absolutely correct! At least according to the wardrobe ladies on the European cell phone commercial I shot last weekend.

You see, somebody thought I made a convincing-enough British tehcno-rock star (due mainly to the goofy David Silver spin I pulled out during the audition– thanks Brian Austin Green!) and cast me in a European cell phone commercial. So I spent last Saturday night pretending to DJ on a giant boat-shaped stage parked in the middle of a fake street on the Paramount backlot in front of 350 extras who were doing The Wave with expertly-choreographed precision.

I’ve got another query for you: what does the aforementioned British rock star’s hair look like?

I fully expect this picture to end up in the dictionary next to the word “Douchebag.”

It took them almost an hour to construct that absurd monstrosity, and as soon as I got to set, the director ordered me back to make-up to have it destroyed. Honestly, I was more than a little bit relieved. While they were building it up with half a dozen types of holding gels and sprays, I just kept reminding myself that this commercial would only be seen in Britain. I couldn’t help but imagine the entire nation of England collectively yelling “Bugger, what rubbish! Take a gander at that absoulte tool!” while I laughed all the way to the bank.