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Falling Skies & Irish Wit: Blood, Wreckage, and a One-Legged Proposal
Then I stopped. Looked closer. Smelled the screams. Heard the sobs. It wasn’t a fake exercise. It was real.
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From Knoll School Reject to Biochem Grad
If I can get a chemistry degree, anyone can (seriously). Let me set the scene: Knoll Boys’ School, Hove, 1970s. A place where education...
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Meningitis and the Man with No Fear
The day my brain took a hard left. If someone told me a deadly bout of meningitis would one day explain nearly all my most reckless,...
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The Hate Game” Wins Big in London – And I’m Still Picking My Jaw Up Off the Floor
Honestly? I’m stunned—and honoured. My memoir of mayhem, laughter, and survival gets a nod from the London Book Festival.
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Top Gun/Top Banana (Sort of): My Royal Navy Detour
Navigator training in 38 Flight was intense, surreal, and occasionally dangerous
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From Survivor to Storyteller: The Power of Speaking Up
Writing The Hate Game wasn’t just cathartic—it was transformational.
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Support Survivors. Support Stories. Support Canadian Authors.
The Hate Game: Screaming in the Darkness isn’t just my story. It’s the story of countless kids who were failed by the systems meant to protect them. It’s the story of survival.
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For Anyone Who’s Ever Felt Alone—this post is for you.
The one thing they all have in common? They thought they were alone. But they weren’t. And neither are you.
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A Word of Warning: Sensitive Topics, Powerful Lessons
Before diving into The Hate Game: Screaming in the Darkness , there’s something I feel readers deserve: a heads-up. Not because I want to...
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Laughing Through the Pain: Using Humour as a Life Raft
When you’re shoved face-first into a toilet bowl, you learn to find something funny about the smell of cleaning fluid or the echo of your own thoughts underwater.
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Why I Wrote The Hate Game
I had an Eureka moment with that teenage girl. I realised I had made a career of protecting others while never facing the truth of my own trauma. I believe hurt people hurt people. But I also came to believe something else
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