Okay the time has come to make an admission to you all.

Yesterday, as students were getting their GSCE results and I heard one father say his child was upset with their grades.

Apparently this kid had got seven As and several B grades. I would love to have got one A grade at school.

Just to put the record straight I got one B, four Cs and three Ds in my GCSEs.

And I worked hard for that B grade in design and technology.

I am not entirely sure if I ever got an A grade in anything... maybe I got an A somewhere down the line, but it may have been in PE and during the summer term when we played cricket for six weeks.

My grades were put into perspective when compared to those of two of my siblings who had more grade As than was humanly possible.

In fact, if they had a rule that you could borrow grades from your older brothers… I would have borrowed the lot.

“It’s okay sir I am not only wearing my brother’s blazer but he said I have his B in chemistry too.”

Hopefully my employer will not find out that my grades were so low. In fact I don’t care who knows.

I hope to also tell them today through this very column that I had to re-sit my English. Yes, I re-sat my English.

I was a four Cs kind of guy from the very beginning. The people who got As were these complete genius folk who managed to know exactly where to put the full stops.

When someone else was aiming for 80 per cent mark I was trying my best to get to that 50 per cent. Anything higher than 50 per cent and it was party time in the Khan household.

So, I know today there will be several young people trying to figure out what to do with their life having got some bad grades.

Like I was told back then my great uncle Fazaldad: “Lad, tomorrow is another day. You never know where life might lead you.”