I did really quite enjoy this and Gerry Mulligan’s Herb Alpert style of accompaniment, but it has nothing whatsoever to do with a snowman and instead features an executive gent (Bob Larkin) who seems content to live his life from a cast iron bathtub, in a room with no walls, somewhere off the coast of Manhattan. From what I could gather, he starts his day having a bath (fully clothed) then does some work before a cocktail with a toilet-paper mummified, martini-swilling, lady seems to scare him off. One minute he is hot, then cold, then dry then wet, then swimming before he even manages to…