Last night I had the opportunity to meet a british television star who I have found myself rather fond of in recent months. I am talking about the up and coming entertainer called Dante Marvin who recently became popular on the programme Britains got Talent. Dante is known to his fans as a very cheerful fellow who has an ability to enchant his audience with positivity and laughter, despite his unfortunate circumstance of being obviously wheelchair bound for life. I was pleasently surprised to see the admirable young man in person so unexpectedly. However, my immediate satisfaction was met with a sour realisation. Dante was in fact, out of his wheelchair and kicking the living shit out of some poor homeless chap. He was triumphantly shouting "I own you, my nigga. These are my streets, my nigga". "Nigga, your soul is mine." I was taken aback, my high spirits were turned to shock and disbelief. What am I witnessing here, I thought to myself. At that moment, I had to get out of there. And so, with a sickening knot in my stomach, I ran in the cold night. Far, far away. To anyone reading this, beware of this sick pervert. Arm yourselves and dont believe in what the screen tells you, and maybe Dante will find his inferno.