Hi, I'm Peter Kane. I run a company called UK Mail Plc. We treat our staff badly and our customers worse. I have a terrible complexion and a sinewy, mask-like visage. When people ask me what I'm dying of, I ask them "can you die of being a cunt?" If the answer's 'Yes!' then I died a long time ago. I leave behind me nobody that respects or cares for me.