I Don't Particularly Want To Smear Myself

Ask Any Ferrari, Porsche Or Ray-ban Salesperson About Their Average Customer And You Will Very Likely Hear That He Is Not, As The Adverts Would Have Us Believe, A Virile Young Footballer With Shiny Hair, A Rippling Six Pack And A Trouser Pouch Like A New Punch Bag. He Is, In Fact, A Middle-aged Bloke Wearing More Chins Than He Started Life With And Carrying The Clear Evidence Of Forty Years Of Beer And Pies Slung Across His Midriff.

It's Not Just The Kid Who's Spent Every Penny From His Job To Upgrade His Car To Tell The World He Cares About Sports Cars, It's Also The Person Driving Around In A Fuel-conscious Hybrid Electric Car, Because It's More A Message To The World Than An Effective Means Of Saving Fuel, To Be Quite Honest.

Forty Is Brilliant And I Love It. I'm Happier Now Than When I Was 20.

I Had Post-traumatic Amnesia, Five-second Memory, It Happens As A Result Of Brain Injury.

I Damaged All The Complicated Bits Of The Brain To Do With Processing And Emotional Control. I Was Prey To Every Single Emotion That Swept Over Me And I Couldn't Deal With It. I Had To Re-learn Things From Scratch.