Ever since I was very small I have had an obsession about Scott Tracy

Never a day passed without me thinking about him in his smart uniform

That was until last year when a fire destroyed nearly all of my models from the television show

Although I was upset at the time I have forgiven my wife

As she subsequently told me

That Scott had been stringing me on for years

And that in fact he was a wooden and plastic puppet

The remains of Scott and my Thunderbirds models are buried at the bottom of my garden

Next to the International Rescue headquarters