Believe me, I understand. Everyone thinks I'm a murderer where I come from. Everyone thinks I betrayed my best mate. Everyone in my world for the rest of time, including my godson, will think of that when my name is mentioned. If my name is mentioned. I doubt it will be in polite company, unless it's used to scare the children.

Listen, I don't bloody care who you are. Like I said, the chap I met seems nice. I couldn't care less if you're that bearded bloke whose name I use to swear. I have no assumptions beyond the ones I've made after knowing you for five minutes.