At school when school was a real life journey reaching the third form meant you knew who was who.
Who was who was Rob Warner, and standing behind him in the dinner queue watching him flick the ears of the boys it was safe to flick the ears of suddenly stopped being safe.
At school in the third form meant learning about a mystical sixth form, a sixth former stood in front of an ear flicking Rob Warner and my education blossomed as I watched Rob Warner learn a lesson at school without a teacher in sight. So far no sign of a fight.
Two in front I saw the grin of the best fighter in the school flick the ear of the sixth former who turned and with one punch dropped the Warner and when down clinically kicked and then calmly collecting his dinner carried on and kept learning and I hope and know he’s fine, as I hope as well one day. He reads this and realises the impression he made on my life.