• Tips On Performing Better As An Entrepreneur

    A few little tips on performing better as an entrepreneur and human full stop (feel free to add ya own) + make you less stressed/more £££/happier as well

    1. Write things down

    Get shit out of your head – rank in order of importance (use my 3/5 system it works)

    You will be amazed at how much clearer you are generally + won’t miss shit + get more shit done

    2. Phone OFF at certain times (very least notifications)

    – 2hrs before bed
    – First thing in the am

    Don’t let the little fucker dictate to you what you do

    If it’s important? They’ll call

    If it’s not?

    They can wait

    3. Blend things and drink them

    Green stuff and colourful things

    Grab a bunch, blend it, drink it

    You can make it all fancy and flavourful but all I use is:
    – spinach
    – kale
    – carrots
    – beetroot
    – blueberries
    – strawberries
    – raspberries
    – bio active cultures yoghurt shit

    Lazy AF health – I’m indifferent about death but might as well try stack odds in my favour

    4. Walk

    Focus on steps if it keeps you accountable

    Go outside


    That’s it

    5. You activities first

    There’s lots in here day planning etc

    Simple one = spend first few hours of your working day (mine is 12-2pm but that’s when I start) doing activities that make YOU £££

    The turn your attention to others

    6. Le fuck le off

    If people are dragging you down/giving you shit?

    Have a word

    – maybe they just need some alignment –

    They keep it up?

    Get em YEETED

    7. Read things

    Kindles and phones are great – in a way

    But nothing beats a book

    – buy it
    – read it
    – but another one


    Equally have a handful of well recommended books and read them 2-3 times a year

    (You’ll get more out of them if you do)

    8. Grasp the fact that most things are ‘figureoutable’

    The best thing about 2019 is it made me stop caring about certain things

    Life is gonna fuck you at tines

    But worrying about it literally does nothing

    Deal with fuckeries when they come and ask for help then take action

    If you approach stuff with positivity + effort you will be amazed how much better life gets

    9. Spend some £££

    On books and courses and people and coaching and events and seminars and training and stuff to help you level up

    Free only gets you so far – you do have to have some skin in the game eventually

    Find someone you respect who has the life/biz they want and give them some cash and then – most importantly – do what they say

    10. Have some fucking fun

    As Ricky Gervais said at the (savage) awards recently:

    ‘We’re all gonna die soon and there’s no rerun’

    How soon?

    Fuck knows

    You might as well enjoy it while ya here eh? Y’all ain’t getting out alive so focus on what matters and give less of a fuck to what doesn’t 😘

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  • What Do Entrepreneurs Think about Dating

    Do you think it’s hard to date as an entrepreneur?

    Are we hard as fuck to date?!

    I’ve seen a few of my good friends – mainly ladies – lament about how ‘meh’ it is out there:

    The real world for us is of the this…

    Apps leave us depressed and uninspired…

    And when someone does get with us?

    How the fuuuuuuck do you explain things likes webinars and mentors and masterminds and coaching groups

    (Let alone things like working on your mindset or anything else vaguely normal for us folks!)

    Single entrepreneurs – how do you find it out there?

    Taken entrepreneurs- any tips you care to share?

    This is a huge topic and we are coming up to the most depressing part of the year (statistically 3rd week Jan)

    As much as I joke about such things

    Finding someone to share this brilliant shitshow that is life does make it more worthwhile

    What’s your thoughts on it all; such musings as –

    Are we undateable?
    Do we need to stick to our own?
    Can we be with a normal?
    Will we ever be happy?
    Where do you find them (the ones that aren’t batshit anyways)

    What say you on the whole thing CWD?

    Be fun to hear your dating stories (good and bad) for lols

    If I feel up to it I’ll share the worst story ever

    (It involves a cream carpet)


    What say you?!

    PS Pic of me and fam dog for engagement purposes only

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  • Have you ever been spat on?

    Now before I go any further; for once this isn’t me being a kinky fucker

    (I’ve dated a pornstar before so it’s safe to safe my tastes aren’t what you would call ‘vanilla’)

    But outside of the bedroom?

    I’ll tell you something

    It’s perhaps one of the most degrading things to of happened to me

    – I would rather of been punched –

    But that’s for later in the story, let’s cycle back a bit

    Now when I had my world ripped out from under me; then came the threats

    – standard biz stuff I see now –

    I was told I couldn’t legally work in that ‘space’ and I believed it


    Yeah, I’ll hold my hand up and say I was

    So as I said yesterday I was walking 4-7 miles every day in a heatwave, June, trying to find something I could do for work

    Now you might of heard some of this in the book but here’s something I’ve never shared

    Yep I’ve got into dept
    Yep I’ve been fucked financially
    Yep I’ve lost jobs

    But I’ve never not been able to find work

    And for the first and only time in my life?

    I signed on

    I realised that my efforts were getting my nowhere fast and I was simply too overqualified for retail jobs (they thought I would leave) and the fact I couldn’t talk about what happened was destroying my chances with anything more corporate

    Hard place

    As someone who has NEVER asked for a handout in my life form the government it was a truly humbling moment

    But I approached it as best I could

    Managed to iron my suit as couldn’t afford to get it dry cleaned and booked an appointment

    Now I don’t know if any of you have had to do this or go on ‘welfare’ of any kind

    But its truly demoralising

    For those of us who want to work
    Want to add value
    Don’t like to be a drain
    Contribute and not take

    Your ego takes a hammering

    So off I go; 1040 am Monday in Hackney which was my nearest branch

    There was already a queue

    So I joined if and – brilliantly – I was the only one who was in a suit

    (I couldn’t of stuck out more if I tried)

    I was actually pretty nervous and keeping my wits about me; but thought Fuck it

    Do the meeting
    Get a job



    I filled in a form

    Then I was told to go and apply for 3 jobs on a machine

    I scrolled and scrolled and tried to find anything suitable for me

    I went back to the desk

    ‘Can you help me I’m struggling to find some that I’d be a good fit for’

    ‘Do you want your job seekers allowance Mr Meredith? If you do come back when you have printed off 3 jobs and don’t come back until you have’

    So I did

    I signed a little form

    And was told to leave

    If it went well I’d have – I think – £92 for two weeks in two weeks time

    It’s something eh?

    What it did show me is for how many people this was all they did

    Turn up
    Sign on

    Some people were gaming the system and were open about it

    Most were desperate for work and had been rejected over and over again

    It was heartbreaking

    I truly don’t know how they kept going

    – I was a few weeks in and my confidence and self belief was starting to crack –

    From memory I was down to maybe £10-12 now; so shit was getting tight

    Had 1/3 loaf of bread left and some Chicago’s town pizzas, tuna and pasta

    – maybe enough for a week –

    So, once again, thought fuck it

    I’m just gonna lie

    Totally rewrote my CV to include a lot of bar work that – previously – I hadn’t done

    I did have one ace up my sleeve

    Had 2 years of doorwork and floor manager experience in a strip club and 6 months of bar experience

    – that became years now –

    Now let me explain something

    Strip clubs?

    Ain’t glamour

    I ended up working in one when I was a PT up north

    My first ever client was given to me and she was called faith, stage name Paige

    Got her into wicker shape and she recommended me all her friends

    (I was 23 with 10 strippers as clients I won’t lie it was a giggle)

    But I never ‘touched the merchandise’ and was trusted they asked me to come work in the club as I was good with people, a big lump and – it turned out – epic and getting the girls more £££

    So I went for a walk

    I was in the square mile – full of rich, wanker bankers – there must be a strip club around here somewhere

    Turned out there was

    It’s that one over my shoulder on the top pic

    So CV in hand, totally made up back story, got my ‘references’ to go along with it and memorised the lot and I walked in a pitched myself

    (When I want to be I can be a charming mofo)

    Got the job

    Now Im a straight man
    Have a high sex drive
    Naturally been tested to have upper limit testosterone

    Wanna be invisible?

    Work in a strip club with people who are worth millions

    Y’all ain’t shit

    Now I’ll be open here

    I was a very shy kid

    Didn’t lose my cherry till late teens

    Was pretty shy with women (I had no idea how to chat them up lol #blessyoungdan)

    But I’d always done pretty well considering

    When all this happened I lost my GF at the time because I was so depressed – I don’t blame her – I was like a zombie

    She did try to help but I was a broken man and pushed her away

    So thought maybe I would meet someone nice here

    Fucking lol

    As much as it pains me to say it – these ladies where here for money

    – and I had fuck all –

    But I was good at my job, worked the floor well and and was soon a popular member of staff that everyone seemed to like having around

    (Plus if any of the dancers were dicks they got shitty customers lol)


    It was fucking exhausting

    My day was like this

    I’d get to work for 550 and wait round the back

    See that shop there?

    That was a Pret (sandwich shop)

    If wait till they closed and hide behind a bin and then they would throw out the sandwiches that they didn’t want for the day


    Bear in mind it was hot as fuck so I couldn’t wait long but after 5-10 mins their alarm would go off to signal the lock up and into the bin I would go

    (Like I said yesterday I’ll do what I have to to survive)

    Then it was humping crates, bar work, floor work, sealing with customers until 3am, then home for 5 am

    And – BRILLIANTLY- we had roadworks EVERY MORNING at 8am

    So I’d get 3 hours sleep

    And maybe an hour around 2 or 3 as they went on from 8am to 6pm and no stopping

    I was Fucked

    But I needed the £££ and was allowed to work while my job seekers allowance came in

    So I cracked on

    Now if you have read my book

    You will be familiar with the story of when I had to get knee deep in shit, literally – and that wasn’t the worst bit – but I’ll share it quickly

    For those who haven’t heard it?

    I’ll keep it brief before I get to the ‘pay off’ for this post

    Nutshell version DO NOT FLUSH TAMPONS


    Because they get stuck in something called an ‘eviscerator’ that chops up waste before going out and yours truly had to make a biohazard suit out of bin bags and climb in and stab it with a pole to dislodge it

    If I didn’t?

    Club wouldn’t open and I wouldn’t get paid

    Do what you need to do eh?

    So anyways it was a week later and Thursday night (#wankerbanker) night was our biggest

    Total fucking douchebags hammering the expense account on Dance’s and drinks

    One guy got a bit handsy

    So I asked him to stop

    I was super polite – they were big spenders – and simply said:

    ‘We want you to have fun but you know the rules you can’t touch the girls’

    ‘I can do what I want’ was his sneering reply

    ‘You can of course, but not here I’m afraid if you do it again I’m going to have to ask you to leave’

    His retort?

    He laughed

    ‘I earn more in a day than you do in a year, fuck off’

    Then he looked

    And spat on me

    Just below my right knee

    Like I was nothing

    Me at full ‘Dan’

    Would of smashed his fucking head in

    Me with my confidence and self belief smashed

    Just walked away

    I was as low and as broken as I can remember being

    Which brings me to the second pic

    One of the girls saw this happen to me and came up to me and gave me a hug

    She wiped the spit off my leg and gave me £10

    ‘We all love yoy here Dan that was horrible you didn’t deserve it. I know money’s tight got you right now treat yourself to a beer and some food on the way home…please let

    I folded it up

    Put it in my wallet and finished my shift

    Ain’t no shame in admitting this but I went home and sat crying to myself

    How had my life got this bad that I was spat on for fucks sake

    At that moment – that exact moment – I made a vow

    If I ever need to spend this £10

    I’d give up

    Not give up and go home

    But I’d tap out
    For good
    No more dan

    Literally death or glory (which that phrase is tattooed on my thigh but that’s a story for another day)

    I didn’t want to give up so every day I would unfold that £10

    ‘If I spend you? I’m dead, your family need you so get the fuck out there and make it happen’

    I said that every morning

    Because even though I was close to cracking and truly the most tired I’ve ever been

    Every day I would go out there and hustle interviews out of nothing

    Eventually I got a job

    My ass was saved

    I quit the club eventually; was exhausting but saved my ass

    I learned a lot about myself during this time

    I found a resilience I didn’t know I had

    A gear I’ve never used before kicked in

    As a quiet shy kid I was tougher than I thought

    I didn’t quit

    I wanted to

    I wanted to – at the time – not be here


    But I kept going and here I am now

    And that £10?

    Thats been with me every since – now encased on plastic to keep it safe

    It’s not been spent

    I’m still here

    It’s a daily reminder (it’s always in my eyeline everywhere I go) that I have hit rock bottom

    And I made it back up

    The whole point of this series was me sharing a story of me looking for ‘something’ and seeing if my past could help me connect to my future

    – and more importantly my present –

    I found what I was looking for


    I’ll share it with you

    Some of you?

    Might be ‘turned off’ by what I’m gonna say

    And that’s ok

    But honestly I think what I’m going to share we ALL need to hear and be reminded of

    Once again, thank you for reading

    See you tomorrow

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  • 10 Jan

    How To Declutter Your Life

    Blog Post

    When did you last clear the fuck out of your life…

    Shit you don’t use…

    Courses on your laptop…

    People that don’t serve you…


    So the lady with me runs the cleaning company I uses and her employee is essentially my back up mum

    (I have her twice a week because ‘apparently’ not living like a feral manbeast is a thing…)

    I was one of her first clients and she has since grown it into a little Brighton empire

    She looks after me and I said

    ‘Can got help me bin the fuck out of my life’

    Ever the entrepreneur?

    She said yes

    This is the start of 6 hours (yes six) of going room to room and harshly deciding what stays it goes

    As much as I HATE HATE HATE cleaning and admin and sorting shit out

    I’ll feel fucking awesome AFTER – and that’s what’s keeping my going

    I’ve done the same with people in my life who have either outgrown one another or simply gone in different ways

    Same with my health and fitness – binning shit that doesn’t serve me

    Now it’s my physical space

    Which brings me to you; when was the last time you said ‘fuck it’ and had a massive clear out?

    Or do you like to hoard things for a ‘rainy day’ that never happens

    My advice?

    Get someone who has zero emotional attachment to your life and pay them to help clear it

    Physical, digital or emotional

    Clearing shit out gives you not only freedom but space for new shit (that’s probably better) to serve you…

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  • 6 Jan

    Manners Matter

    Blog Post

    How important do you think thinks like manners, charm, politeness and generally being a gentlemen (or lady equivalent) is?

    I checked out of a hotel this morning

    Because #entrepredouche – it was a rather pleasant one

    You find the staff in such places are usually extremely well trained and almost overly helpful

    Saw an extended family leaving with a lot of luggage and DEMANDING they be seen to first ahead of the rest of us politely waiting for a taxi

    They were so fucking rude

    Making demands…

    Being dismissive…

    Turning their backs to staff mid conversation…

    Aka no manners

    (The hailed from a country that is traditionally not known for manners/politeness culturally – it’s how things are it seems)

    It’s one of the true bug bears I have and I simply can’t ignore bad treatment of others – especially when there’s a sense of entitlement

    When I’m in another country?

    I spend time looking up what’s acceptable; what laws to obey, any religious considerations, any words of gestures that are ‘no no’s as well as trying to memorise a few phrases in the local language

    – I believe making an effort is paramount –

    So I asked them, politely, to please speak to hotel staff nicely or I would happily delay their ‘important’ journey – as well as my own – to prove a point

    They subsequently apologised to the staff

    And I went on my merry way


    I see it a lot online

    People speak to and about people that they would NEVER do in real life

    (Mainly because it would probably get you slapped…)

    There’s a sense of entitlement and arrogance that quite frankly I wasn’t raised to be like

    Be forward
    Be tenacious
    Be cheeky
    Be charming

    But underpinning it all?

    Be fucking polite

    I believe in treating people how they treat me; and I try be nice to everyone

    I have bad days time to time…

    Peoples messages sometimes lack nuance or the right emoji to offset or lean the message the right way

    But I swear it’s something on the up and something I don’t want to be a part of

    I’m sure i could of got more followers, more £££, more influence being a ruthless rude bastard

    – I simply can’t be arsed –

    Sure people talk a generous amount of shit behind my back

    But day to day?

    Zero stress

    I just potter along doing my own thing

    For 2020 if you are looking to be/achieve/do more?

    I’d keep this as a focus on your business; treat people how you want to be treated

    It gets you surprisingly far

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  • 3 Jan

    The Power of the Day Room

    Blog Post

    (The ‘casual lovers’ tip to get more clear, get productive and get more shit DONE….and blag a bargain to boot)

    So yesterday I said that I would show you how (when I need to, I do this every 2-4 months it seems) I get:

    – clear

    – focused

    – productive

    – happy

    – £££

    Some of you may know that you can do this – and there IS more to this than asking (which I’ll come to, I have a ‘system’)

    But did you know you can book a hotel from 9-5, for a FRACTION of the cost – generally I get them around £60 I find – use ALL the facilities AND have a nap too

    Yep, you can

    This shit works like stink as change location = change state


    If you do it like I do? Tends to work really rather well

    This is what I do

    1. Make a list of hotels in the commutable area and hit the phones (don’t email)

    I then call them up, generally around 10am as the AM rush is gone and ask them what their rack rate is for a day room

    If the person doesn’t know what it is? Ask to speak to a supervisor I’ve YET too find one that wont offer me one

    Premise being its better to have SOME money than NONE – aka an empty room

    – and as I said earlier don’t ask how I found out about this –

    #ihavesomequestionableexes haha

    2. Get your supplies in beforehand

    As you can see, I have a few things with me

    I ALWAYS get a new notepad and pens when I do this

    There’s something about a ‘fresh start’ when the mind is muddled

    I also always have:

    – fiction book

    – biz/marketing/entrepreneur book

    – personal/self development book

    3.Get dirty

    Go though the books, highlight the chapters that resonate with you – read them – take notes

    Do NOT be precious about it

    Yes you are fucking up a few books but we are looking for huge clarity and new ideas here so let your mind run free

    Take note of ideas that resonate with you and write them down

    Spend an hour or two doing this

    4. Nap


    Every time I do this process, when I wake up – generally within a minute or so of waking – I get an answer I need/clarity/a great musing

    Your subconscious is smarter than you

    Close down your ‘tabs’ (your non stop chattering monkey mind!) and let it do its ting

    5. Queue it up

    I LIVE by queue cards

    Once I have done all the above I have a double espresso, put on some looped music (usally one song that gets me amped AF) and I just rattle the fuck out of the cards

    I write idea after idea

    Hook after hook

    Thought after thought

    If I get stuck?

    I pace around the room, do some press ups, dance around like a loon (Dont I Sarah) – anything to get the blood pumping

    Then I read my notes from earlier the day and start again with the cards

    The secret is NOT being perfect

    That’s for TOMORROW you

    Get whats in your head, OUT – and tomorrow go through the cards with a more ‘rational’ mind

    Use the 3/5 system (with the 1-2-3 ranking as per HTBFA) and then plug it into your diary

    Et voila

    New ideas


    Less fuzzy head

    New revenue ideas


    This is like a brain dump but more furious and less ‘neat’ if that makes any sense

    And, well, of your smart…

    6. Be charming (it gets you far)

    Take your time to talk to the staff, ask to thank the manager, be a kind/genial/charming human

    It gets you UPGRADES

    Its – as a rule – NO skin of their nose to give you a better room

    This room has:

    – a fucking amazon rainforest as a shower

    – a sick coffee machine

    – a balcony

    – a table football game

    – a PS4 and Wii

    It cost me the grand total of?

    Le zero


    I made an effort to have a GENUINE conversation – aka took a fucking interest – and asked if they had any upgrades

    (And if you fancy a naughty night out, you can often get overnight for bargain as if its not booked – why not?)

    The above sounds SO simple doesn’t it?

    But it WORKS

    It works so so so well its ridiculous

    Oh and if I was you, find one with a sweet spa – there’s something gloriously indulgent about smashing in a load of work and then soaking your bones as a reward

    (That and I 100% LOVE tarting around in a robe. Robe life is sexy AF)

    7. But be DISCIPLINED

    I don get to go to the spa or have a nice food if I don’t do the work

    That’s it

    I’m VERY hard on myself

    You HAVE to exert some discipline in your life and if you want to get ahead

    Do the work?

    Get a reward


    Then you don’t


    Notifications OFF – on everything

    Family need to get in touch? Give em your room number when you check in

    That’s what the key is to making this work

    Like everything in life eh?


    And that’s it, what do you think – would you be willing to give it a go?

    If you have anything you want to add to it? Then I’m welcome for any other tips you have for achieving:

    – clarity

    – productivity

    – new biz ideas

    – fun



    Most wont do it

    ^^^ but those that do and stick to the outline above?

    WILL get ahead and feel light as a balls after

    (I always do)

    And seeing as I’m feeling generous, if you feel you need a day like the above?

    Let me know WHY below

    If I see someone deserving?

    My treat….

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  • 27 Dec

    Keep Your Word To Yourself

    Blog Post

    Eat your veg before you treat yourself to dessert

    It’s Sunday
    I’m doing 90 mins of minging leg training
    It’s arm day

    I don’t want to be training legs
    I want to be training arms

    However I didn’t get a chance (had to rest my 39 year old spine due to packing all the boxes 😭)

    What am I talking about? Simple:

    Too many folks either a) put off the shit they need to to, b) justify it to themselves/make excuses, or c) aren’t prepared to do the work needed to create a lasting change

    If you want to get ahead (in any areas of life) your not just going to have to keep your word to others…

    …but keep your word to yourself

    Don’t keep eating dessert before you have had your veg

    EARN the right to do the stuff you want to do ONCE you have done the work…

    Hard work – let’s be honest – ISNT fun

    But once it’s done you KNOW you deserve that metaphorical cake eh?


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    Any of those seem familiar when it comes to money?

    Most of us at one point or another have come to a point in our lives where cash has simply not been there

    – far too much month at the end of the money –

    For my?

    My lowest was £22 to last me 6 weeks; and I’m going to share that journey with you today – and over the next two posts this little ‘saga’ will all come together nicely culminating in one of the most valuable lessons I can impart to you

    (If you miss part #1, it’s in the announcements)

    So anyway


    Can’t do much with that can you?

    When I had my life completely turned upside down, my ego hammered and my confidence completely shot to shit?

    That’s all I had to my name

    It was a £10 note I had in my wallet and the various bits of change I found around the flat

    I had to cancel every single thing that made me happy



    Nights out




    Love film


    There was more but I had to cancel every single thing that even made me slightly happy JUST to survive

    Then I had to take stock of my ‘assets’

    1 x tub of protein powder
    1 x jar of marmite
    1 x loaf of happy shopper white bread

    That’s it

    That was the entire of my food to last me 6 weeks – along with what I could get with £22

    (The whole 6 weeks thing will make sense tomorrow, at the time I had no idea how long it would be until I got paid)

    So froze most of the bread, rationed myself to 2 slices of marmite toast a day and two protein shakes

    – it wasn’t much but it was something –

    I still had (for now) a roof over my head, 17 days left until my mobile got cut off and electricity…I could work with that

    Now before I go on there’s a phrase I heard yesterday on a podcast I think

    ‘An empty wallet, a hungry stomach and a broken heart teach us the most valuable lessons in life’

    And NOW, looking back?

    I can see they do

    But when you are so fucking hungry…

    You are exhausted from walking miles and miles
    In the summer heat handing out CV’s by hand…

    When all you want is burger or a beer – fucking ANYTHING for a moment of pleasure or happiness but all you have is a single slice of bread and spread at home to feed you…

    You don’t just hate life

    You don’t want to BE alive

    You question yourself

    You beat yourself up

    You smash yourself in your head over and over again

    Because at that time?

    You feel like the biggest piece of shit failure ever

    It’s truly hard to make yourself get up and do what needs to be done

    At the time?


    ^^^ that’s what motivated me

    Spite = I’ll show you fuck face, I’ll get back on my feet

    Pride = I couldn’t go back home a failure

    Fear = if I didn’t make it, my sisters future safety was fucked

    So I got up

    Washed my clothes every day by hand and using a bar of soap

    Dried them on the window sill

    And did what I could

    Knocked on doors

    I refused to quit and with the fact I was going to be evicted in a few weeks as a motivator I just buried that voice deep down inside and walked

    Every night I cried myself to sleep

    Every fucking night

    No one knew

    No one cared

    I just had to keep going because if I stopped to think for one minute

    I’d crack

    Shall I tell you what – for me – truly bought home how much of a failure I felt?


    (The frozen food store not the place)

    Mum and Dad didn’t have much spare at all at the time – but they managed to send me £15 worth of food vouchers for Iceland

    I went round with a calculator

    Firstly was adding up the cost of the food and keeping it under 15…

    …and secondly I was finding the cheapest, highest calorie foods I could

    For me to be me?

    My maintenance is around 2400/2700 calories a day

    I was on 400 calories a day

    Probably waking 5-7 miles a day – couldn’t afford a bus or tube – seeing what I could find for work as was legally limited and no one wanted what I was offering at the time

    That ladies and gentlemen is tired
    That ladies and gentlemen is skint
    That ladies and gentlemen is the lowest I’d been

    The big sad came every night and it was sheer willpower I managed to get out of bed and try ‘put on a brave face son’ as she used to say to me

    It’s very hard to motivate yourself when you are that low, so I partitioned of £1 a week as a treat to try and keep me sane and give me something to look forward to

    If I did a CV walk every day, and did at least 5 pitches

    I was allowed my £1

    Wanna know what it was

    You’re looking at it

    99p got you 5 hot wings and a can of tango

    4pm on a Friday – the afternoon school special

    So there I am each week, with all the kids – wiring up for 5 little bits of fried chicken and a can of orange drink

    Sounds nuts doesn’t it?

    But you have no idea how much that kept me going

    If I did my 5 days then I had this epic treat that was the highlight of my week was all mine

    I’d earned it
    I deserved it

    Mad eh?

    And you wanna know what was the best day I ever had?

    I found 50p near the gates of where I lived

    Hidden near the post, had been there a little bit as was a bit filthy

    I actually cried


    27 years old

    Over 50p


    Because I could go over the road and afford a Freddo chocolate bar

    – it was the best day I had in weeks –

    Scroll forward to today; I have a nice home, multiple businesses, 5-figure watches, sports bikes, jet skis, 5 star hotels, the book



    But I NEVER forget that day I found 50p

    And I never ever forget what it’s like to be so hungry you drink water to keep you full and try and ignore the pain you fell

    I have been to the bottom

    I have seen the depths

    But I managed to rise up and – eventually – get back to the surface

    It can be done
    I’m literally nothing or no one special
    I managed to – in my own way – make it

    And as promised this trip down memory lane does have a reason that’s not for humblebragging or flexing purposes

    My ass ain’t for kissing or blowing smoke up

    (This is my past – it’s just a story – but one that shaped me)

    Yes there is one reason that I needed selfishly for myself

    – and what I ended up with last night was exactly what I needed –

    But if you stick with me?

    The pay off for you – I hope – will be a lesson that sticks with you for life

    One more story to go:

    One that involves stealing from bins, being spat on, a level of tiredness that I’ve never before or since experienced and doing things that I’m not proud of to survive

    Then the big ‘reveal’ lesson wise – for you – on Friday

    Thank you for reading

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  • 16 Dec

    Mixing Work and Pleasure

    Blog Post

    Mixing Work and Pleasure

    What’s your thoughts on mixing work and pleasure?

    For me it’s simple – I do – because:

    1. My life is more enjoyable
    2. Less stress (when we have issues/obstacles as we get on makes it easier to fix + I want to)
    3. Make more £££ (they stay with me longer/refer me biz)
    4. One life – seriously why would you NOT work with people who energise rather than drain you
    5. I’ll go above and beyond in servitude (basically if I like you I’ll do more #simple)

    ^^^ that’s the TLDR version

    Yes of course you need boundaries – these should ALWAYS be established at the front end

    If that’s done and theirs mutual respect – I think your onto a winner

    Yes it has backfired in the past (my fault for not establishing boundaries) but day to day

    I enjoy my work!

    Do you agree!?

    (And FYI if you haven’t seen this quite before – I in fact did say this on stage in front of 700 strangers 🙃)

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