the first night and the matron coming in and telling me i had to mop up the sheets myself. and that is a bit much for a seven and a half —year—old. yeah, not good. fortunately, i think things have changed a little bit since those days. they have, notjust in terms of where we send kids away, but also our understanding of minds. when you were growing up, the word entrepreneur had barely entered the lexicon and the word dyslexia even less so. you talk now about your dyslexia as a superpower, which we'll get onto. butjust before we talk about it, as a superpower, people should understand when they're thinking about your story, that at school you were beaten, you received corporal punishment of beatings for being stupid. what happened exactly? oh, yeah, we got beaten all the time. and yeah, as a dyslexic, i thought, i must be stupid.