I'd like to thank my parents for putting up with the failure that I am
The lads in gaming groups past and present for being both a rightous set of nerdlings to hang with and the entertainment of old school pen, paper and dice games.
The women in my life who have taught me that I am not worth of love and affection and those kind enough to friendzone me from the start
Escorts for allowing a soggoth like me to engage in physical contact.
Those who struggle every day to fight and contain the evil that is Justin Beiber
I'd like to also thank Lord Beaverbrook, Eleanor Roosevelt, Jacques Cousteau and his wife Mimi, Søren Kierkegaard, Sonny Liston, Hayden Jones and her husband Pip, Gregor Mendel the founder of the science of genetics, my tailor, Harriet Beecher Stowe author of Uncle Tom's Cabin, the London Symphony Orchestra brass section, Mother, Bismark, John Cleese who first did this bit that I've adapted a bit, The Royal Society for the Prevention of Birds, Saint Francis of Assisi, Diana Ross and the Supremes, General Haig, Wild E Coyote, Mother Teresa, Hermon Goering, Dame Agatha Christie, the planet Saturn and of course all it's rings, Joan Collins, the publicity department of Turkish Airways, the Unknown Soldier, Tammy Wynette, the members of Twice except Mina and last but not least Lemmy of Motorhead.