Ladies and gentlemen, it is with GREAT PLEASURE that I can announce that The Guildsman's Handbook - my very own GUIDE TO LIFE AND ALL THINGS GLORIIOUS - has finally been released and is available for purchase here: https://theguild.bigcartel.com/product/handbook Or it's FREE if you're a Patro...
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This weekend, Daz and I had a swell outing in Cheltenham for True Believers 2017, where we were absolutely stoked to have our beautiful book - A Rum Run Awry - for sale, along with tons of Daz's latest prints and pieces of artwork. [gallery type="rectangular" columns="2" size="large" ids="7729,77...
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Back in December, I apologised for my lack of blog entries and explained that I was working on something. I wasn't just spouting shit, either. I really was working on something. And now that something is complete. It...is my very first graphic novel! Inspired, illustrated and almost entirely c...
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At long last, I have crafted the perfect job application. I have sent it to half a dozen companies today, expect at least fifty interviews by the end of the week and would be surprised if I am not offered the newly created position of World Presidency by 2015. Do feel free to borrow and adapt it ...
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At last, the first draft of a project SIX MONTHS IN THE WRITING has been completed and handed over to the wonderful Daz for illustration. It still isn't finished. There are bits to be added, bits to be removed and bits to be expanded and made, generally, better. Even so, after looking at this pro...
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Just a quick update today to say that my project with Daz is making progress! I can't give you any details at the moment, but here is some related artwork Daz is producing for it. [gallery type="rectangular" ids="5720,5719,5718,5717,5716,5715,5713"] We are working hard and hoping to have some...
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Dear friends, Please excuse my recent lack of updates. Since arriving back in the UK in September, my adventuring has stalled somewhat - mainly due to the massive debt I have accumulated. I have sold my car (the infamous 1977 Datsun 260z) to pay off part of it, but still I am deeply in the red. ...
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Reading back, I realise I have been documenting my actions far more than my thoughts and feelings recently. Primarily, this is because I have been confused as of late; uncertain as to who I am and my position in life, let alone my ambitions and the progress I may or may not being making towards ful...
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The time has come. As this post goes live, I will be taking to the skies (in a plane - I've left my cape at home) to fly 10,000 miles in search of adventure. To be honest, it's scary. It's a long way to go and I'm going alone. It is, however, necessary. Sometimes, you realise you have stopp...
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Generally speaking, I don't prepare for things. I prefer to leap at things and see how they, and I, cope with the situation. However, there are certain essential items for any adventure I intend to undertake. So, in an uncharacteristically organised spree, I attempted to buy some things for my fo...
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My friends...the time has come. Back in May 2012, I quit my ridiculously well-paid, ridiculously easy job as a creative content writer for a global software company. I didn't leave for a new position elsewhere and I didn't even look for a new job; I just decided enough was enough, handed my notic...
Continue reading ...We have two goals for my final day in Poland: 1. Visit Memento Park to see statues from communist Budapest. 2. Pilgrimage to the statue of a man punching a hydra. We get up early, ten litres of beer from the night before still sloshing around in our bodies. Matt has damaged his toe by stubbing ...
Continue reading ...The heat is ridiculous. Sweat pours down our bodies as we traipse across Budapest to our new hostel. By the time we arrive, we are sodden and exhausted. The hostel man greets us. What's that? The room we're staying is on the other side of the city? By the train station? Where we just walked...
Continue reading ...We leave Hostel Relax three hours earlier than the day before and head straight for the baths. The underground changing rooms are a teeming, squirming mass of humanity. We deposit our things in one of the rows upon row of lockers, linked by slippery walkways, and push our way up the stairs. Summo...
Continue reading ...We wake up late, groggy from dreams. Damn this shaman tobacco! Hostel Relax is deserted, apart from the owner. She gives us a tour - all the way to the local shop and back. We need to get to the city, urgently. First, however, we must cross the White Bridge. Rusting and unloved, the white ...
Continue reading ...Our bus pulls into Budapest at 23:00. The bus station is a sea of blue and red lights. Riot police are everywhere. We have no money, no map and no idea where our hostel is. Football fans flood the streets. Gods, what have we done? We abandoned Simon in Krakow, as he flies home tomorr...
Continue reading ...We awake in linen shirts, our heads pounding from wine and song. We break out fast on preaches, plums and pastries. Yoghurt with honey compliments strong coffee. We mope and despair. We are bohemians. Heading to the park, we read and continue to criticise one another's artwork. Before long, ...
Continue reading ...Breakfast involves a waffle covered in jam and punching the machine. I still fail to break 900. My wrist feels shattered. Arriving back in Krakow, we make a big decision. To be bohemians. Lunch involves 2 litres of red wine and lots of cigarettes. We criticise one another's operas. Especi...
Continue reading ...My eyes creak open and the world spins. My wrist throbs with a dull pain, born of over-punching. After showering, we stalk the streets with one thing on our minds: feats of strength. There is only one problem...the night before. A bottle of vodka and fifteen litres of beer may not have been the ...
Continue reading ...Four hours after I head to bed, I wake up. My throat burns. The thirst is outrageous. The drinking will likely kill me. Feverish sleep reclaims me. I dream of punching. Punching 900. Suddenly, Matt is awake. Chaos descends. Next thing I know, my blade is in hand and I am swinging it ab...
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