I've recently been learning how to maneuver a wrecking ball crane, and after alot of practice maneuvering broken cars off the road with the RAC, they are both nothing compared to learning to drive the F1 for Lotus. I used to be a famous actor, following my work as the Milkybar Kid, and with some award-winning training with the Army, I went on to help Ben Stiller cause a thuder in the tropics, but it all came to an end after getting injured fighting aliens and monsters in the Sky. Fortunately I received good medical treatment by some new friends at Elastoplast. I went on a few great music festival breaks, where I learnt how to really move thanks to the wonderful ladies of Joop!, and with some make-up tips from Loreal, I looked quite the part, despite being an hirsute gentleman needing a figaro. I tried to cross my fingers for England during the World Cup, but it just caused an eating problem where at the Cadbury fate I consumed over a thousand creme eggs. Of course, it proved to be too much, and now I'm restricted to a strict diet of heinz baby food. However, I met a lovely group of knitting nana's, and a friend in an octopus, who taught me how to believe. He helped me trade it all in at the swap shop, and since then I've been on a long perfect break.