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- The same hand?

- It's like that.

Have to sit down for this bit.

Keep at it, keep at it,

keep at it. Right.

Now, with your eyes closed,

breathe in slowly.

What's best? In through the nose

and out through the mouth

or in through the mouth

and out through the nose?

Just breathe.

Breathe through

your arse if you like. Just breathe.

I get dizzy if I breathe too much.

Shut up. Keep your eyes closed,

breathe slowly and relax.

Allow yourself to see yourself

through the eyes of

someone who loves you,

totally loves you.

Someone who loves you

without any condition, right?

You are totally loved.

And you're breathing.

And you're holding your

finger and your thumb.

- Are we there?

- Yeah.

We're all there?

- Is this supposed to relax us?

- Yes.

This better not be some kind of

weirdo cult thing.

Oh, can't you shut up for a minute?

Weirdo cult thing?

- I'm not taking me pants off.

- Shut up!

F***ing concentrate! Will you?

Just calm down, just f***ing...

Well, it's him! You f***ing...

Like Derek Acorah.

I'm trying to talk

to the unconscious mind,

not the f***ing brain-dead.

Right. You're breathing, your fingers,

your thumbs together.

There's someone who likes you, you're

looking through their eyes at yourself.

Now I've took you over to

the Possibility Generator.

Now I want you to think of

someone who you like,

someone whose confidence and charisma

you wish to emulate. Right?

Okay.

Have you got

that person in your mind?

- Yes.

- Someone you think the world of.

Charisma, confidence

and you want to emulate them.

- But you don't have to know these ones?

- Oh, shut up.

I'm just checking.

- Smug, who have you thought of?

- Sammy Davis.

- Sammy Davis, Jr.

- 'Cause, like, for his confidence.

Smug is looking through

the eyes of Sammy Davis, Jr.

Well, he's looking through one of them.

Sammy Davis, Jr.

Spleen?

Fidel Castro.

Okay. Fidel Castro.

Jack?

- Nelson Mandela.

- Good choice.

Nice one. Nelson Mandela.

Travis?

Gandhi.

- Good one.

- Nice one. Eric?

Eric Cantona. King Eric.

- Of course.

- Best footballer ever lived.

- Good man. Good man.

- Good call, good call.

- I'll tell you what

- What about you, Meatballs?

Me?

Old Blue Eyes.

Mr Frank Sinatra.

I'm gonna emulate Frank Sinatra.

Hey, we could do a duet.

Right, what a room we've got here.

What a fantastic room. Sammy Davis, Jr,

Fidel Castro, Gandhi, Nelson Mandela,

Eric Cantona

and Old Blue Eyes himself,

Mr Frank Sinatra.

Eh? What a year that was.

You got hold of Winnie, now?

I need to see Winnie.

Winnie.

Here you are, come on,

finish off over here, Meatballs.

- Eric, what's this, mate?

- F***ing, my letters. Do you mind?

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