Stop crying. You’ve got a lot to look forward to, you know. A normal human life on earth. Mortgage repayments, the nine-to-five, a persistent, gagging sense of spiritual emptiness. Save the tears for later, boy-o. No, that was crabby. No, that was old. But I am old, Stormy. I am so old. So near the end. You, Alfie Owens, you are so young. Aren’t you? And you know, right now, everything’s ahead of you. You could be anything. Yes, I know. You could walk among the stars. They don’t actually look like that, you know, they are rather more impressive. Yeah, I know. You know, when I was little like you, I dreamt of the stars. I think it’s fair to say, in the language of your age, that I lived my dream. I owned the stars. Gave it 110%. I hope you have as much fun as I did, Alfie.