I’ve always wanted to be a writer.
I know that sounds like hyperbole. People always say ‘no you haven’t. You used to shit yourself and your mother had to feed you – don’t tell me you wanted to be a writer while that was going on.’
Well, first off, thanks for reminding me there was a time I couldn’t control my bowels long enough to get to the toilet.… Read the rest
For the first eighteen years of my life, I had little interest in football.
The interest I did have I forced. I was, to greater or lesser extent, a boy, and boys liked football.… Read the rest
I’m not going to open this blog by saying ‘if there’s one thing I like, it’s moaning’, because I hate that saying.
Nobody likes only one thing.… Read the rest
Time is a funny thing.
If you’re reading this blog on release day (doubt it) it’s been ten days since a Man vs Bookshelf blog was last released.… Read the rest
Hey, it’s been a couple of days since my last blog and I thought since you’ve waited so patiently, why don’t I give you a free book?
Sounds altruistic, I know, but don’t let that fool you. I’m only doing it so I can harvest first your emails then later your organs.… Read the rest
You’re starting to see it now.
Following the first lesson in this course, you developed a kick arse idea that was going to change the world.… Read the rest
Call me basic but I started my holiday with a Jack Reacher book.
That’s right, I’m now officially a middle-aged mother. An impressive feat for a 25-year-old man with no children (that I know of).… Read the rest