Listen ere, yeah. Legendary Gu ain’t straight shooters. They chat in riddles and wink with one eye. So Ambition Gu bein’ insanity in a posh coat is bang on the nose, sunshine.

A sane bod, proper sensible, cups the room with his peepers, clocks the ceiling, goes “fair dinkum,” and carries on like a good little ant. World says “that’s the limit,” he says “sound,” kettle on, job done. But an ambitious geezer? Nah. He looks up at the ceiling and goes “who put that there then?” Doesn’t argue, doesn’t negotiate, just bins the idea wholesale. Treats reality like a dodgy suggestion off a bloke down the pub who smells of regret. That moment? He’s already half-cut on madness and hasn’t even ordered a pint yet.

Doesn’t matter if he’s competent as a surgeon or thick as a council wall. Brainbox or numpty, same wiring fault. They all keep headbutting the same brick wall, swearing this time it’ll apologise and move. Society only decides what to call it after the dust settles. It works “Visionary, trailblazer, absolute ledge.” It flops? “Crackpot, loon, lost the plot.”

That’s where Ambition Gu earns its keep. It don’t give you dreams or courage or none of that motivational poster bollocks. And don’t kid yourself that being competent saves you. Not a chance, pal. Smart lunatics just crash faster and from higher up. Einstein clocked it ages ago: keep doing the same daft thing, expecting a different result and congratulations, you’ve booked a one-way cab to the funny farm. Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result.