Hello Sir. Remember me?. I'm the man you thought I'd never be. The boy who you reduced to tears. The lad called 'thingy' for six whole years. Yeah that's right my name's Bob. The one who landed the popstar's job. The one who you told 'look don't touch'. The kid who wouldn't amount to much. Well I'm here and you're still there. With your fake sportscar and receding hair. Dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart. Married to the woman that teaches art. Married to the life married to the school. I want to sing and dance sir now who's the fool?. Sing and dance? You thought I was barmy. 'Settle down thingy join the army!'. And who are you to tell me this?. The dream I want I'll have to miss. Sir is God he's been given the right. To structure lives overnight. Now I know life's true path. Tanks and guns that'll be a laugh. No not me. I'm a mega civilian.. I won't lead my life riding pillion. But thanks for the advice and I'm sure it'll do. For the negative dickheads just like you. As for now I've a different weapon. Stage and screen is about to beckon. And here I sit in first class. Bollocks sir kiss my ass.