What happens after 2015 if it doesn't work out!?
Let me just be crystal clear, as I seem to have rattled a political advisers cage... heaven forbid.
Apparently "there just isn't room for egotistical individuals like you (me) in politics." and I am "really are an embarrassment to Liverpool lad." You know what I mean kid.
I am really proud of my record over the past 2 1/2 years, and I aspire to do much more... I am proud that at 18 I broke a record, that I am Liverpool's youngest ever Councillor. I achieved something before I even did a days work as a Councillor, but I didn't rest my laurels there. I am not going to gloat about a list of achievements, people will make their own judgements on that.
However, if politics doesn't work out... if the public do not vote for me in 2015, I will move on. It is as simple as that. Take a moment to breath, I don't want to cause you any distress. It can be quite a shock to the system.
Politics is not my life. It became a clear part of my life when I was selected as a candidate at 17. But before that I wasn't in hibernation.. I was not waiting to be set free by the Labour gods, shackled away in a tower on County Road waiting for Ed Miliband to charge by on his white horse, suited and booted in armour, for me to throw my hair down the side of the tower to be released.
I commented on Radio City upon making the announcement earlier this year, I am not afraid to go back to some of my previous jobs. I spent 12 months working at Farmfoods of a weekend when I was in my last year at School, and do you know what, I had a ball... the money wasn't great, I was on minimum wage for a 16 year old, which is a few pound less than over 18's and over 21's. But the staff I worked with were close, there was only six of us, but we got along well and did the job.
Before that and up until I worked at the Royal Hospital, I worked for a Merseyside Charity working with young people with asperger syndrome. And again, I really enjoyed that job.
For 3 weeks before the Royal, I got the bus to Bootle 6 days a week for 2 hours a day. What did I do there? I used to make the fresh sandwiches of a morning in the Sayers.
At 13, I remember one of my teachers calling me the 'most obnoxious' person she had ever met. I would say she misunderstood me, hah! But this is not a black and white world. This is not a x-factor sob story, but I fought to get where I am, it wasn't handed to me on a plate.
I got a call from a teacher last week who asked me to come and speak to some pupils again. She said to me, "everytime I see you speaking to young people in our school, they listen, and they take note of what you say." If that is the only good thing I do and have done, then even that will keep me smiling.
So do come and visit me in Farmfoods in a few years time (if they have me back like!). But I will not be ashamed that I had dreams. Because that is what life is about. Keep dreaming, keep working towards something better. You deserve it, why should people be able to 'put you in your place'. I wasn't born with a box that I have to stay in for the rest of my life.