Then I stopped. Looked closer. Smelled the screams. Heard the sobs. It wasn’t a fake exercise. It was real.

If I can get a chemistry degree, anyone can (seriously).   Let me set the scene: Knoll Boys’ School, Hove, 1970s. A place where education...

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,...

Honestly? I’m stunned—and honoured. My memoir of mayhem, laughter, and survival gets a nod from the London Book Festival.

Navigator training in 38 Flight was intense, surreal, and occasionally dangerous

Writing The Hate Game wasn’t just cathartic—it was transformational.

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.

The one thing they all have in common? They thought they were alone. But they weren’t. And neither are you.

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...

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.

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