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Now I Think I Know What I Am Doing

Somewhere earlier in this blog, I wrote about 12 Weeks being agony and often this makes me think what was happening before. Life has never been so good. Hang on, stick with me. You won't need a sick bucket for this bit. It is just not so manic now. 'Manic' is a word used out of context; I have a few close friends who are bipolar and manic has a whole different meaning for them. Where I grew up in Essex people would often say 'Mate. It's £ucking MANIC down at Lakeside Shopping Centre today!

Three Stories That Pissed Me Off This Week

A couple of the things that piss me off in the world are manipulation and outright greed. As you know I am a huge fan of tribes, communities and collaborations. Somewhere in a Stephen Covey book about ten years ago I read a line about about being interconnected and interdependent - it was what I had always - and I mean always - been hacking to evangelize to people. That is a fucking dangerous word "evangelize" and immediately makes me think of Catholic Ships arriving on a beach in North Afric

Get Your Shit Together Mitchell.

So reader I married him. Tweet me back if you know the book that line is from. (If you are in London, I'll buy you a BulletProof coffee and you can ask me anything.) I can never decide where to start and that is the issue. I thought if I nicked someone else line it would at least get me started and it looks like it has. I had a big pile of stuff, you know interviews with Matthew MacStravic and Ali from LiftShare, Emily and even Seth Godin. I could not get the intro and the outro and Jon sai

Seven Groovy Things That Make @90Mainyard my #coworking home

I have been living at 90Mainyard for well over two years now. I found my bubble of coworking bliss via Alex Butlers Kindred HQ Meet Up and have never looked back. The peace and quiet of this place played a significant roll in me scrabbling out of depression and into embracing podcasting and blogging with enthusiasm of a sailor in a brothel with a credit card. These are a few things that make 90Mainyard the best coworking venue in London – that is by an Olympic Park and canal. 1. It has a full

50 #sharingeconomy coffees in London

This is the formula I have been looking for. I want to put my balls on the line in a decent way. I am no longer feeling depressed and crushed I have suddenly become a balanced and realistic human being. The last few years of depression have taught me when to say no, when to go home and what to eat turning me into an invigorated 'thing' that is loving making a ruckus in 2015. My love for my Wordpress Rainmaker FM site grows deeper every day and I am still gagging to do a little podcast on my o

Why blogs beat podcasts....

I had to stop listening to podcasts. Every time listened to one I would copy something said into my own podcast. I craved to be part of the podcasting gang. "I listened to your episode"was what I thought podcasters would expect me so say. This meant I listened to every episode just in case they asked. They never did. Even worst I could not help but borrow ideas and lines to the point where I became paranoid. I feared that people would know I got that question from Mitch Joel or Neville Hobson.

“Do you want to sell sugar water for the rest of your life, or do you want to come to the OuiShare London Summit and change the world?”

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Just another 30 day blog challenge… #28

Near my beloved 90 Mainyard there is the GIGANTIC swimming pool that was left there when the 2012 Olympic Games moved on. As well as walking past it a lot thinking 'now I have joined I really must go in there', #Babybernie has a swimming lesson in there every Thursday. We do it on this day because I look after him on Thursday's. Yes I only show up to work four days a week amazingly I get more done in four days than I ever got done in five days. Think about how much time you spend kicking the ty

Just another 30 day blog challenge… #23

Ok so this is your next post and you have already started.What is going on with you today and what do you want to share?.Really? I am so fucking chuffed that I just can't stop writing and can do it so fast.So how about how far you have come and that you feel like you have leapt out of a car going over a cliff that has been on the way for ages and you knew you had to get out of it but were too frightened to do anything.I have always known I'd make it, I just knew. If you had looked at me on the w

Just another 30 day blog challenge… #19

It was 1997 and we were coming home from my birthday party we'd been to the cinema or a pub and it was late, very late to be out with Jenny and Anna. One of the things I liked about being with Jenny and Anna is that it was all moments, no gasping highs and dreadful lows, just moments - little bits of music, food, walks interspersed with mugs of coco and good coffee. We'd been together on our birthdays at 18, 21 and now it was 1997. I was a bit starting to feel really lost but still 'acceptabil

Just another 30 day blog challenge… #9

I am on my way home from the latest Food Assembly to launch in London. I jump on the 67 bus on Kingsland Road and jump off by the Golden Heart on Commercial Road by Spitafields Market. For me this is like time travel. In the past Kingsland Road was where we'd head for Vietmanise food, I had no idea which place to go to or even what to order. I'd always find someone to go with so I'd end up eating something new, I still never know what order. The bus drives past the "oh now so cool" Shored

Tottenham Court Road

Man alive! I have been thinking about this post for years and years and years. (I nearly wrote tears there by mistake). Anyway! I have been coming through Tottenham Court Road Station for years. It holds joy, sorrow and mess for me.I have puked in the corner, fallen asleep on the platform, broken up with girls (actually they were probably breaking up with me but you guessed that......) Of course most of this was all in the la