Just A Couple Of Things 10

Sugar Withdrawal

Back when I started this blog in January I spoke about how I was drastically changing the way I ate and also the way I thought about food consumption in general. I made big changes that I was not only sticking too but that I was seeing the benefit from. One of those changes was the removal of sugar from diet save for alcohol every so often.

Somehow in the last two months I slipped back into bad habits which snowballed and culminated in a lot of chocolate/fast food/bread/biscuits being consumed. So on Sunday I did what I did at the start of the year and went cold turkey and just like last time it has been stupidly hard in the first couple of days.

When your body is adjusting to the new state of affairs everything makes you annoyed which doesn’t make you pleasant to be around, not to mention that you feel lethargic and even a little ill as you brain adjusts to not having false energy pumped into it.

What exactly shook me out of the bad habits I had slipped into again? Well, I ended up watching another food documentary and being reminded just why I changed my habits in the first place. This time it was Hungry For Change and it was one of the better, more compelling ones I’ve watched. I think that to keep up the changes I’m going to have to set aside one time each month where I actually sit down, watch it and remind myself to stick to it and why what is now considered a ‘normal’ diet is anything but.

Reading, editing and finishing my novel

That is my target for the next couple of months. This month the target is to read it and do some edits. Two chapters a day will see it done by the end of the month.

Usually I wouldn’t read back over my work until it was completely finished but because there has been such a gap between when I was last working on it and because there’s over 80,000 words of story to deal with, going back and properly immersing myself in the story before I finish off the final act will in this instance be beneficial.


I finished The Road Less Travelled and thought it was a remarkable book with some great insights and advice that I think could genuinely help guide people to a better understanding of themselves, why they do the things they do and how to break bad habits and patterns to improve their quality of life.

I’ve now moved on to Big Brother by Lionel Shriver which I can’t wait to read, as We Need To Talk About Kevin was one of my favourite books of the last couple of years (the film too was really good).

A Song

Haven’t finished with a song in a long time, so here’s one, and it’s an awesome one.


So writers, who do you submit your articles and opinion pieces to?

Just a quick post to put the question that’s in the title out there – what websites/magazines do you target and which have you found to be receptive to your articles and ideas?

I mentioned recently that I was going to start writing articles and start sending them to different places and so far have drawn up a list of websites that would appear to be a good fit for some of the things I want to write about.

As an example of the kind of stuff I’m writing at the moment, today I wrote about the British Medical Association and their decision to vote for a ban on making the sale of cigarettes illegal to anyone born after the year 2000, saying that whilst it is illiberal and probably unenforceable, it is the kind of radical stance we need to apply to the obesity debate to actually start making much needed policy changes in regards to the food industry and the way we as a society think about food.

I’ve also written one on cinema and debating the issue on whether it really matters whether you see a film on the small or big screen.

So now I’m throwing it out there to you and hope to get some responses.

Just A Couple Of Things 9

The estate agents have been in

We now have a fair idea of the price we are likely to get and which estate agent we are going to go with. It’ll be on the market by the end of the week. Things are moving along swiftly and with that being said there isn’t much time or point in dwelling on an impending move that wouldn’t be the first choice of things to do.

But also, it does offer the opportunity of a fresh start and as a family I’d say we’re optimistic people willing to just get on with things.

It’s certainly annoying to hear estate agents go on about how unique and lovely the house is because of all the work that has been done to it, which now of course is of no benefit to us. Coupled with the fact that we will have to move out of London, thus making it unlikely that we’ll ever be able to afford to come back and buy a house in our own city, is again, annoying.

I completed my TEFL course

Yep, I went ahead and finished my online course, now I just to need investigate all the available avenues with a view to possibly making use of it from January onwards.

Looking at agents to submit writing to

I had a little look at a few websites for agents today as my novel came to mind again. Since I last looked there has been a big change in the submission process of one agent which, at first glance, seems a good step forward. I’ll discuss it properly another time.

Last November I took part in NaNoWriMo and wrote 80,000 words and haven’t done much work on it since, instead focusing on scripts and short stories.

I started reading over it again and as has been the case whenever I have done this, I’ve been pretty happy with what I produced, hence me thinking ahead. When it comes to things like moving house it’s probably not wise to plan too far in advance but if we could be moved in and settled in a new place in time for me to really go for it at NaNoWriMo again and finish it off, that would be pretty cool.


And that’s it for now


Just A Couple Of Things 8

Back in a writing routine

Yep, it took a little while, but I’ve finally got back into my usual regular routine. The break in the routine had a lot to do with the impending house move but in the words of Jillian Michaels in one of her fitness videos, you have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable, so I’m getting up a couple hours earlier then I normally would to fit in a few good hours of quality writing time in case stuff comes up during the day, which at the moment is happening a lot.

I’m working on a variety of things at the moment, including a new script and starting to write articles for submission to magazines, which leads me to -


I’ve done my homework and got a list of sites that I can send articles too, so the aim is to have the first batch done next week and start submitting them for consideration.


I’m finally getting round to finishing the last of my TEFL course. The question is whether I will go ahead and take the plunge and actually look to move abroad and use it.

I think the part that scares me is the actual working in a school and being tied in. But, on looking at the options again, there are various other much more flexible options – private tutoring abroad, volunteering – options that appeal to me much more and offer more freedom.

With the increasing imminence of a move away from London, maybe now is the time to embrace a whole range of new opportunities and experiences.

Guardian Debate

I got my tickets for a forthcoming debate on the subject of  ‘Are drugs the answer to learning languages?’

Scientists have discovered that drugs previously used to treat mood disorders can dramatically enhance your capacity to learn. If you could take a pill to boost your ability to learn a language, what are the moral, practical, social and medical implications? How else can these drugs be used? Do the benefits outweigh the risks?

Quite looking forward to this, the general premise/idea makes me think of the Bradley Cooper film Limitless.

I attended one of these debates last year on the war on drugs, which had a really awesome panel of guests, including David Simon.

These events are free to attend and take place at the Royal Institution of Great Britain, you just have to submit a request for tickets (hopefully there’s still some available).



Just A Couple Of Things 7

Taking This Blog Forward

Following on from my last post, for now I’m going to settle on a fixed format for my blog going forward. I think my Monday and Friday posts will now always go under the ‘just a couple of things’ banner, and then any extra posts will be longer, more focused posts.

Currently I’m thinking ahead to a few posts that I want to write that seem interesting to me -

  1. Can you (successfully) psychoanalyse yourself
  2. How becoming more neurotic will help England become an international team to fear once more (football)
  3. Did the Blair years make a generation of youngsters grow up with character disorders?

all are just speculative titles/subjects at the moment that I will take my time with over the next couple of weeks.

I’m sure I can come up with a better about page too.

The Writing Schedule For The Next Couple Of Weeks

Following on from entering the Bridport prize for the first time a couple of weeks ago, there are a couple of competitions I will be entering at the end of this month too. One is a short story prize judged by Hilary Mantel, and the other is a poetry prize.

For the Hilary Mantel prize I will be submitting the same story I did for the Bridport plus another story that I am currently rewriting to bring it down from a current word total of over 8000 words to the prize limit of 5,000.

As for the poetry prize, I’m not sure yet. I’ve got one that I will definitely enter, but I’m also working on some new stuff at the moment but as of right now it’s all very sketchy.

I’m never really sure with poetry, I always seem to be off the mark, as in the stuff I think is good usually doesn’t register how I expect with other people, but then the stuff I think really isn’t much good seems to be the stuff that people like. But anyway, I’ll try nonetheless.

My World Cup So Far

By world cup, I specifically mean how well my betting has gone. I don’t gamble much but seeing as it’s the world cup why not, and so far, so good, as I’ve managed to turn the initial 5 pound I put into my SkyBet account into £60, which paid for this -



I’ve got my eye on a couple of Kettlebells now and it will be interesting to see what else I’ll be able to treat myself to through world cup winnings – unless I lose it all of course.


Just A Couple Of Things 6

The World Cup

Following on from my post the other day  - the next month is going to be awesome. Wall to wall football, it doesn’t get any better.

Have to say I’m disappointed with the outcome of the first match because of the awful decision to award Brazil a penalty. I was rooting for Croatia because of one man: Luka Modric, a wonderful footballer who I fell in love with during his time at the club I support: Tottenham Hotspur.

By and large I’ll be rooting for any and all players with any connection to Tottenham. It is true that we also have a player in the Brazilian midfield – Paulinho – but he hasn’t quite overtaken Modric in my affections.

Stepping away from Writing101

I was keeping up to date with writing101 but have decided to step back from that and concentrate on the short story and poetry I’m going to be submitting to a competition at the end of this month, as well as getting back to blogging along to books I’m reading.

Trying to up my blogging game. 

It occurs to me that this piece of advice from Laurie Penny -

In those in-between times my personal rule was that I would post at least once a week. The trick is, you don’t need to post every day – or even every few days. It’s better to work for a week on one thing you’re happy with, than to fire off lots of mini-blogs. Narrowing down what you’re doing will help you focus on the craft and quality of your work.

And also this -

I’ve never collected money through my blog. I started offering one-off posts to various newspapers and I got paid to do that. To bloggers starting to pitch to newspapers I say for every 10 pitch emails you send you’re going to get one reply, so don’t be disheartened.

You have to practice pitching. Rather than sending a link to your blog, I’d send a link to a relevant article [on your blog]. I find with women and with anybody who’s not any combination of white and male and from a private school – the less they look like our idea of the typical newspaper reporter, the less confident they seem to be in sending off pitches because they assume they’re not going to be noticed.

The people who get opportunities are the ones who pitch stuff that they’re not quite up to. Pitch stuff that is slightly beyond what you think you can achieve, then you step up to it. That’s something I’d like to see women in particular doing more of.

Is something I really should be looking at doing. So I’m going to make an effort to do all of the above and add to the more personal posts I do.

New music from Lana Del Rey

I loved her first album and have been waiting impatiently for her to release a follow up. Finally, on Monday, that time will have come. At the time, I said that Born To Die was one of my favourite albums of the last few years but subsequently, my love for it has grown to the point that I’d comfortably place it as one of my favourite albums ever.

A Song

And so, for the first song I’ve posted in a while, it makes sense to include a song from Lana’s new album. I’ve heard two so far and liked them both. Here’s West Coast.



Writing 101, Day Six: Hello World Cup

Day six and this is a post that could be construed as a blatant cheat, or otherwise as my own creative twist in addition to the stated twist.

Anyway, seeing as I haven’t met anyone new this year, I’m going to do a quick post on the return of an old friend who is basically a new acquaintance – the World Cup.

But how is the World Cup a new acquaintance when it’s held every four years? Well, it’s always in a different country, so that’s new. And, in any given four year span you’re basically a new person too – all that, you never step in the same river twice stuff – so yeah basically, you know, here’s three of my most memorable world cup moments ever (in no real order and in no way a definitive list)

Jamaica’s first world cup goal.

To try and explain the magnitude of this would take a whole side bar on football history and seeing as I’m not in a fit state for that -owing to a few drinks, hence the rather sloppy attempt at adhering perfectly to this challenge – I’ll just include this little paragraph from Wikipedia -

 In 1994, Brazilian manager René Simões was hired, along with National coach Carl Brown, with the goal of qualifying for the 1998 FIFA World Cup. Simões searched for players – discovering some working at hotels, British players of Jamaican descent, and Jamaicans who played in English clubs – and funding. The Jamaican team became a “Powerhouse” in the Caribbean region and received “Best Mover” award by FIFA in 1996. Jamaica made history in 1997 becoming the first English-speaking Caribbean country to qualify for a World Cup.

Anyway, in 1998 I was a football mad 11 year old who had spent a significant amount of time being raised by my Italian grandmother and, more pertinent to this memory, Jamaican grandfather. So there we are, watching their first ever world cup game when BOOM (about 5 minutes in) -


Italy conquering the world.

Up until 2006, my most enduring memory of world cup football was this -

I didn’t even watch the above video because of the memories. I’ve had my heart broken by girls, gone through some difficult shit in life and endured intense physical pain from tumbles and falls – that penalty miss is right up there.


In 2006, all those ghosts were put to rest as not only did Italy win the world cup, they did it on penalties, scoring every single kick in the shoot out no less (Let it be noted that, along with England, Italy have the worst record in penalty shoot outs). Not only that, but we did it against France, the team that had previously broken my heart in 2000 when they beat us in the European final with a golden goal in extra time. The wankers.

I also have to include the goals from the semi final too because that was seriously immense -

Equal with sex that video is.


To say I was/am in love with this man would be an understatement. I’ll let the video speak for itself with one addition: In my final portfolio for poetry I included a poem about Ronaldo as an extra piece at the end that wasn’t part of the main submission because it didn’t fit the theme. My teacher said it was one of the best ones I did across the time he’d taught me. Typical eh, but I guess the poem came easy because of the emotional connection.


My Hero

What are you doing here?

Sauntering around a patch of grass that,

As a child seemed as big as the stadiums

You used to rampage through.

Eindhoven, Barcelona, Milan, Madrid.

Never London, mores the shame.


Now our little pitch seems tiny.

So tiny.

But look, look how the blocks of flats overlook us,

8 tier stands packed to the rafters with spectators.


‘Watch the windows!’


I fell in love with you in 1996, as you ransacked Spain.

Who could forget that glorious goal, you know the one,

The one that made Sir Bobby put his hands on his head and turn

To the crowd in sheer disbelief at what we’d all just witnessed.

My heart still flutters.


Then you pillaged Italy in a rambunctious flurry

Of hypnotic wonder.

I wonder, do you remember the Lazio fan

Who prematurely got your name on her replica shirt

Before you chose Inter as your destination? Of course you do.

And it wasn’t premature.

If I could have afforded a Spurs replica shirt,

It would have been your name on the back.

We’ll gloss over France ’98, because your time came.


I felt your pain when you suffered the first of those

Serious injuries, I really did. Everyone did!

Not seeing that bundle of pure precociousness plundering

Goals for so many months left us all thirsty for more.


You returned. But only for seven minutes before it happened again.

My heart sinks now to think of it.


Horrible, horrible empty months, a year, nearly two,

Where colour ran away and the joy of football stopped.

People doubted if you’d ever come back and I admit,

I was scared. What if you were a shadow of your former self?

What if the burst of pace had gone, the trickery, the eye for goal?

What if all I was left with was a pale imitation and never fulfilled

Dreams of what your career was meant to be?

I’d already opened my heart and mind and yearned to fill it

With memories of you.


But you did come back.

And of course you didn’t disappoint.

Who else could jump across the great chasm of the Milan giants,

Or swap Catalonia for Madrid, yet still be loved universally?

Where Figo was greeted with a pigs head, you were welcomed with ovations,

And broken shirt sales records.

I too am a broken record.

Ask any of my friends about whom I would write

So lovingly about, and they would say your name.


France 98 and Japan/Korea 2002.

Two world cups that perfectly bookended my school career

And provided your redemption and crowning glory.

Two goals in the final.


I suppose it makes sense that I would find you here, of all places,

And that you would be in that iconic yellow jersey and blue shorts,

that goofy smile plastered across your face.

A decade between us in age, and more than a decade since I played here.

If I try hard enough I bet I can summon the whole group back

For one more game. And there they are.

You’re up front, obviously. I’ll be the number ten.


You’re my hero!

I actually love you.


Welcome back World Cup – my old/new/always best friend.