How I met John Frobisher. It was thirty years ago. You weren't even born. I was on attachment with the civil service, only for six months, and just down the corridor there he was. You wouldn't think it to look at him now but he was a clumsy thing, always losing his key. Mr. Sayles never thought he'd amount to much but I thought, well, keep an eye on that one. And all the others came and went, the high-flyers, they burnt out or went on to something better. And do you know what John Frobisher did? He kept working. Head down, worked hard, all his life. It was another ten years before we actually worked in the same office. He asked for me. I didn't think he even knew my name. And we made quite the team. I'm not saying it was perfect, you know that better than me, but he worked hard. He always worked hard. I don't think that's valued enough these days, hard work. And he was a good man. I want you to know that. John Frobisher was a good man. Because when the history of this is written, they'll talk about the ministers and the soldiers and the things with numbers for names and I think people will forget how very good he was. I want you to remember him like that. If ever you think of John Frobisher just remember that it wasn't his fault.
wut in the butt? YouTube - Samwell - "What What (In the Butt)" I never realized this song is actually not bad if you ignore the lyrics.