Hello friends. I thought I'd write you a little something, so here we go, the tangled web of nerves that have taken residence upon the looming grand release of his book, "Who Am I?" Today, armed with a hardback edition, I read its pages whilst Danny was signing what felt like a million books, and I burst with overwhelming pride. I love you Danny, and every dark moment you've been through because it's brought you here perfectly to this present moment. I also love the naughty bits you've got up to; some parts were almost like reading some stolen mills and boons book from back in the day. But alas, anxiety, my old friend, decided to join the book party too. How will the world receive this endearingly honest account of his life? Why didn't he take out the chapters I didn't think he should write? You'll probabl return to this post after vou've read the book and understand why I say this.) Will they embrace it with open arms and laughter, or will they raise their eyebrows in bewilderment? I don't know why I raise these questions because Dannv doesn't. Within these pages of his colourful life lies a few of our shared experiences, the ones l've never spoken of aloud, and the thought of them becoming public knowledge leaves me feeling some type of way. But they are his experiences too; still, I'm ready to walk in the path of truth like him, which is what this book also depicts: that brave soul owns every twist and turn of his life. He fearlessly takes accountability, dancing confidently in his reality. So, as I navigate this ocean of nerves, my heart sways between pride and trepidation for this remarkable book. Love and laughter abound, ready to prevail over any doubt that dares to cross its path.