I want you to imagine knocking on the door of the bloke down your street. Maybe you know him from the Amazon parcel that got wrongly delivered, or the time he came banging on your door when the RiRi track got a little too loud for his delicate eardrums. Maybe you have never spoken. I want you to think about this man and going up to his door and telling him something deeply private, something you spent a lot of your life feeling a secret shame about it. Something you've since told your mam about, your friends, your work colleagues about, but not the man three doors down. I want you to tell him this thing. Then I want you to ask him to accept it.