Elvis, Leonardo da Vinci, Monet, Sir Paul McCartney, God. Oh, yeah, and that bastard that stole my Puma football boots that I spent two weeks picking potatoes to pay for, and only played one game in them, at Hemsworth High School. Whoever he was, the rucksack that those boots were in also contained a full terms' notes in them, so I had to copy from my friends' books during summer holidays, ten hours a day to make up for that terms' notes, and then try and cram revision into three nights for all exams, needless to say, I failed miserably when I was a sure shot for university, so that cat changed my whole life. I ended up going down a coal mine until I got my music career sorted out. So somewhere out there, there are countless felons going free because I failed to prosecute them, and loads more people with bad dreams because they heard me sing. My only wish is that the villain in question was killed horribly by some miscreant I would have put behind bars, had my education been allowed to run its' natural course. Not that I'm bitter, or anything...