My mother always told me that i'd never amount to anything.The rest of the family would eat Sunday lunches at a large dining room table whilst i sat in a corner with dry bread and water talking to an imaginary friend.
The rest of my siblings would tease and poke fun at me on family movie nights and nominated me the usher,constantly forced to fetch drinks,make popcorn and play ottoman to tired feet.
The abuse was soul destroying and humiliating,i was shy and immature and never really fitted in at school where i felt alienated and frowned upon.
In the showers after PT the boys would point and snigger amongst themselves,"Look he has a twig from a Robin's nest" and "Is your dads name John Bobbitt?"I suffered with severe acne and had the curliest hair known to mankind.The "Pro Evolution Theory" debate club always used me as a basis of proof(and they never lost.)
Despite these most dire circumstances.....burning deep within me was a desire to own that tube of clearasil, a heat so intense that it surpassed even that in the fusebox of the Renault.......that fateful day in std 5 i promised myself that one day i would own an amp that does not have humming transformers like Jason's.......
That day has arrived folks.....dance with me now......
