A writer is a journalist who sees both sides of the medal.
Failed Abortion
“Well, I swear it all started in the womb,” said Edo, leaning up onto one elbow.
“The womb?” David asked
“Yes, in his mother’s womb. The moment he experienced that scent of boiled black beer while enjoying his bath in amniotic fluid, he must have been like, You want to get rid of me? I don’t think so!
“So rejection?” David said. “You’re saying that all the answers to Ronaldo’s greatness lie in rejection?”
Pessimism
“Every defeat brings a lesson,” David said, standing tall. “Every loss makes you stronger.”
“So what is pessimism in its essence?” Edo said, gazing up at the emerging crescent moon. “It is an inability to see the full cycle of the learning process.” He sat up and crossed his legs.
“If you think about it, pessimists, deep down, don’t see failure as growth.”
There Is No Returning to the Old Normal
“Exactly,” said Edo. “It might not be obvious, but we needed all those shitty situations to keep evolving—pandemics, wars, Paris Saint-Germain, the Super League. There are always good things in bad situations.”
Marketing and Slavery
What does Nietzsche have to do with the success of my book/ Ok, I am going to tell you how many books I have sold so far. Since that is the measure of success and many of you have
I Gave My Book to Roy Keane
Why didn’t I make him pay?/ That was on Good Friday. I came to the match almost a whole hour early. I am a Salford City season ticket holder since autumn. I didn’t even know wh
I Have Become a Cunning Marketer
Is there such a thing as honest marketing?/ I dropped my heavy backpack on the ground outside Old Trafford and saw a steward flinched. Unattended backpacks in crowded places put En
Cherry picking
How division between people is made/ From a young age, we have been taught that following rules is moral. We go to school, we watch television, we listen to politicians to learn wh
Nothing Tops Men’s Pond Changing Room
Anarcho-nudism on Hampstead Heath/ After I finally convinced a gatekeeper to let me in, I entered a men’s pond changing room. I looked to the right and saw a guy hanging on a pul
In the Name of Freedom, I Want No Protection
Protection = Control/ Do you have a dog? Your Scwushii Wushii, your little Paw Paw, your loyal Lucky Bucky. Yeah? Do you put your Scwushii on the leash when crossing the street bec
The most beautiful realisation I have come to—We are all fucked up, one way or another 🙂
