My old school in Liverpool is now a performing-arts school, and I kind of teach there - I use the word lightly - but I go there and talk to students.

My parents were very strict. They thought boarding school would do me good. So, when I was about seven, I was put in one in India for a while.

I remember that I was never able to get along at school. I was at the foot of the class.

Man, I hated school. I'd stare at the buttons on the teacher's shirt the whole class.

I never really studied business in school. I kind of wish I had, but how boring is that?

I was happy as a child with my toys in my nursery. I been happier every year since I became a man. But this interlude of school makes a somber grey patch upon the chart of my journey. It was a unending spell of worries that did not then seem petty, and of toil uncheered by fruition; a time of discomfort, restriction and purposeless monotony.