I am not writing this autobiography because I`m a bighead with a massive ego or because I think I`m Mister Wonderful.
The truth is with very few exceptions (92, 94, 2000) my life has been a complete waste of time. I am a `loser`, a failure and in sporting parlance `The Nearly Man`.
I am the bloke who makes Olympic Finals but never wins a medal. The support act at Rock Festivals the runner-up on The X Factor.
But I still believe I have a story to tell that will both entertain and make people think. Even in defeat I always looked on the bright side of life and considered my glass half full rather then half empty.
Most people would say there have been more lows then highs but I disagree. This is because I`m not "most people".
I am and always have been a dreamer. What dont work today will workout tomorrow as without hope we are nothing.
The Nearly Man is a fair description of how others think of me and how I see myself.
My best mate Garry Bushell met both Reg & Ronnie Kray - I was so envious - but I did get to meet older brother Charlie.
Garry also met Debbie Harry - who to me between 1979 and 1982 - was the best looking woman in the history of the world.
The same week she sat on his lap I met Beki Bondage LOL.
But years later I did get to meet my idols. I shook hands with David Bowie and had a drink with Georgie Best.
I talked my way into tabloid journalism ending up in Fleet Street and hanging out in West Clubs with the rich and famous.
Not bad for a failed footballer, teenage tearaway and borstal boy who left school at Thirteen barely able to read and write.
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