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Wasn't. Until I came to disillusion him at which point I became something else (Bloody Useless, presumably). His misperception of what I was can be taken as a representation of me at that time (though 17 years on I am still essentially Bloody Useless), and because it directly affected a decision he made, that representation was to all intents and purposes real (albeit wrong). He's not the only one to have operated from such assumptions either; men and women alike have made decisions based on the ideologically predetermined representations of what I am, and frequently come unstuck as a result. Sometimes it's annoying, more often it's rather entertaining. It gives me a larf, anyway.

Bloody Useless Neil