No. No. I think about all sorts of things but that doesn't make me them. This is remembering being 'er. It feels like me soul's veined through with rot like them Italian cheeses with worms in. It's disgusting.

Look. I'm glad it's been duck's back for you, sweetheart, I really am. The more folk we can bring out of this unscarred the 'appier I'll be. But you've met me. Am I normally frightened of owt?

I'm frightened of this.