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I tell you it's nice to see someone having a go, and see yourself become like gravel in some senses, you crumble, and like iron in others, you just look and don't care. And then they have to write little messages about you on pieces of paper 'cos they're too scared to bully you, and one of them has to sit and shiver for half and hour because his mate who gave him not quite enough confidence isn't there anymore. Pleasing.