Blog- Depression, It’s not me, It’s you

Depression- Its not me, Its you “Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not in fact surrounded by assholes” A quote by the notorious psychologist Sigmund Freud. This topic has been on my mind for a while now since the cancer days, because one of the most surprisingContinue reading “Blog- Depression, It’s not me, It’s you”

Chapter 4 – A sandwich with your tumour?

I’m sat in the hospital waiting room wondering what will happen next and if there is anyone I can see here that speaks English. Dr Daniel must still be upstairs in the operating theater so I have to keep waiting for another 30 minutes. It’s about 9pm and there are less and less nurses walkingContinue reading “Chapter 4 – A sandwich with your tumour?”

Chapter 3 – Brazilian Doctors are Very Very Friendly

Sorry what? It could be a tumor? What exactly is a tumor because they are bad I’m sure of it. All of a sudden Gonorrhoea doesn’t seem like a bad choice. But no he can’t know it’s a tumor just by looking at me. I’ll have to book in a scan and get an ultraContinue reading “Chapter 3 – Brazilian Doctors are Very Very Friendly”

Chapter 2 – Gonorrhoea or the Beach?

1st September 2016 I’ve been living in an Air B and B apartment on Rua Djalma Ulrich, Copacobana for the past couple of weeks. I was sharing the apartment with my new friend Ed but he spent a lot of nights at his girlfriends apartment across town. When he was out Lais the girl IContinue reading “Chapter 2 – Gonorrhoea or the Beach?”

Floyd Mayweather Took my Phone and Money in Rio de Janeiro

Floyd ‘Money’ Mayweather stole my phone and owes me a Cheeseburger Yes the head of The Money Team, Mr 49-0 ruined my dreams and stole my phone and money in clear day light in Rio de Janeiro. Sounds crazy right but let me tell you what happened. Firstly, if you don’t know exactly who FloydContinue reading “Floyd Mayweather Took my Phone and Money in Rio de Janeiro”

Finding Myself – Rising Up and Back on my Feet

Finding myself – Turns out I was in Central America all along I landed in Havana, Cuba around 8pm and had arranged to meet my fellow comedian and top friend James Beatty at a bar in Old Havana. I had no money, no map, no lonely planet, no wifi, no hope. I arrived at theContinue reading “Finding Myself – Rising Up and Back on my Feet”