Imagine being a little boy of primary school age in a prestigious stage school. On a school day morning your Mum drives you and your baby sister to Central London because you have an acting audition. You all arrive late, your mum parks where she shouldn't and risks getting a ticket or her car towed away, just so that you, the budding star, can hopefully still have your audition, eventhough you arrived too late for it. Despite this, the adult team at the casting are very supportive to you and your Mum, who apologises profusely for her lateness. She explains how she's risked getting her car towed by parking illegally, just so that you can hopefully have an audition. The casting team warmly welcome all three of you and get you all a cooked, hearty breakfast. You have your audition and find out later on that you've got the part. You're an angelic looking little blonde lad who is going to be on telly, wow! The whole experience of that audition day was a fairytale experience for you. And it just got even better, you won! Your Mum is over the moon delighted and proud. Your Mum's car did get towed, baby sister was in her arms crying. Your Mum, sister and you get to the car pound and she pays the £200 ish to get the car back. It doesn't matter though as it was all done for you and your big acting chance. The glamorous London trip on a primary school day, the casting team faffing around you and your family, the adoration of you and your audition success by everyone there. Now fast forward about 15-16 years. You live alone many miles away from your family where barely anyone knows you by name. Your limited child acting did not follow you into adulthood. You're now a slight build guy in your very early twenties. People walk past you in the street without giving you a passing glance. You try to big yourself up in admiration and starure by pounding it at the gym. Money is very tight but no worries, because you were nearly famous once as a small child. You just have to keep pushing to get back up there with strangers faffing over you again. But alas nothing materialises on that score, and this plays havoc with your confidence. You then have an idea. You'll do what other YouTubers did to get the masses admiring them, except you know you'll only have a chance of succeeding in this if you do that one, ultimately daring stunt that goes viral globally. You decide to go alone to the local zoo and you are going to scale the wall then jump into the tigers enclosure. Your Mum even has an old photo of a man hugging one on her Facebook account. She's a free spirit, who who believes that all species can get along in each others presence physically just fine, so long as we believe it's possible. This could even force that well run zoo into bankruptcy and the animals in it to face a very uncertain future. But that doesn't matter because you want to be massively famous and admired. Tragedy strikes and your life is over in less than five minutes. You thought you could simply shout at the tiger, point your finger at it and tell it to stop. After all, everyone should obey you. The tiger doesn't know how important you think you should be and did what tigers do. That's the scenario of what happened to William Chapman as I see it, having read his mother's old blog of his London audition day and how his life ended.