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6 Weeks Like No Other

Where do I begin? These last few weeks have been both a beautiful blur and a time of national mourning, with unfortunate tragedies in my hometown dominating news stories across the world. But I’ll start with the good stuff first.

It was another Tinder date. Yes, another one. But this time it was different. She was Spanish and bore a canny resemblance to the Hollywood actress Mila Kunis, so much so that she revealed she get’s approached for photos at least 40 times a year.

It was a great first date; one which started in an Italian restaurant in Central London and that ended in a dive bar in Clapham. As far as first dates go, it couldn’t have been much better.

We met the following week, and things just grew from there. She’s funny, kind, and great company. But there was a catch. She was leaving in 6 weeks.

I knew this going into the first date and was prepared for us to just have fun. But then I fell for her. It’s a cruel irony, because as I write this, she’s departing to go back to Barcelona, and I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t sad. In fact, I’m devastated. After three years of not falling for anyone, I fell for someone whose destination is one that is now far removed from mine.

But we had a great time, and I will see her in Barcelona. So who knows? It’s better to create memories than to create none at all, and I can honestly say that I’ve had the best 6 weeks in a long time.

Of course, a lot has occurred in these 6 weeks that would put my saddened heart to shame.

The terror attacks in both London and Manchester took the lives of innocent bystanders. And most recently a fire in a tower block in South-West London killed what many fear could well be over 100 people (many of which are children). As a Londoner as well as a human being, I have been profoundly impacted by these events, and it’s certainly put things into perspective.

But things must go on, and promoting a book which celebrates life and love- no matter one’s timespan- has proved incredibly cathartic in such a period, and seeing it go live on Amazon earlier this month has been awesome.

Most importantly, I hope everyone reading this is well. It sounds incredibly cliched, but in times like these, I’ve never felt more compelled to write such a thing.

Stay safe.

H X

Seven Days with You Updates

Promoting Seven Days with You And Going On The Weirdest Date Of My Life

It’s been a busy few weeks since my last blog post, and I’ve got to a stage where I’m gradually losing track of the days. I’m all over the place. One moment I’m at work writing about cat cafes in Japan, the next I’m fitting in a short gym session before rushing back to the keyboard to answer questions and promote Seven Days with You.

But I wouldn’t change it for the world. I feel privileged to have a platform where I can get my word across. You don’t realise until you release an indie title just how many book bloggers exist! It’s a great community, full of intelligent, kind-hearted bookworms that want nothing more than for books to be a mainstay fixture in the lives of as many people as possible. I love it. And having already put my book through two blitzes, I’ve already been on the receiving end of some great comments, and I can’t thank people enough for the support.

With such promo in mind, I will also be giving various interviews over the next two months. A month-long tour will commence on May 28th and take in around 27 different blogs. Not long after, another will begin in late June and end in late July. Every interview, excerpt and review will be posted on my social media links so be sure to look out for them!

Away from Seven Days with You, I’ve still tried to maintain (somewhat of) a social life because you have to, right? Otherwise, you’ll just go insane. That being said, I haven’t seen many of my friends. But I have been getting my social kicks via dating apps, Bumble and Tinder.

When you’re single and pressed for time you can meet some pretty interesting people in your quest for love, though as the brilliant Aziz Ansari demonstrated in one of his new Master of None episodes, it can be a pretty thankless task- especially if you live in global cities like London or New York.

In one instance, I went on a date with this lovely girl from Manchester. She worked in mental health, had a masters degree in psychology. Made documentaries on the side, and all-in-all, she was brilliant company. We talked for two hours straight about everything from Leonardo DiCaprio’s inability to settle down to the adverse impact dating apps are having on the lives of millennials. It went swimmingly. Or so I thought.

After kissing her, she told me to text her and that she’d love to see me again! Love, she said. Love! So I messaged her. And then I waited. And waited. And waited…. But no message came. I’d been ghosted, and learned an invaluable lesson: Even the best date of your life won’t guarantee you a second one.

It was a weird, but interesting experience, and after watching that Master of None episode, reciting that date made me laugh my head off. And besides, Seven Days with You comes first. I want to spread joy through this book and after replying to various well-wishers, I think dating may just be relegated the back of my mind.

The real work has only just begun.

H x

 

 

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Are we graduating into a new era of the Lost Generation?

As thousands of soon-to-be graduates leave university for pastures new this summer, are the new crops of graduates destined for a life of disappointment and unfulfilled dreams in an economy that continually turns away the talents of an ambitious but ultimately debt-ridden, downward mobility-stricken generation?

We are told university is the gateway to success and a better life, a life which will enable financial security and greater job prospects. Not anymore. The rigours and strains of unpaid internships (if you’re fortunate enough to have one), having to live at home because you can’t afford a mortgage, the worry you might never earn as much as your parents did. These are all realities slowly destroying the ambitions of a future generation of workers.

Welcome to Graduate Britain: A country where it is no longer surprising to hear of PhD graduates working in Starbucks, whilst others wait tables, fill temp vacancies and sign on for long periods of time. The white collar jobs, it seems, are no longer a guarantee for my generation.

Anyway, all this doom and gloom reminded me of the term ‘Lost Generation’, which was first popularized by the legendary writer Ernest Hemingway in reference to the loss of talent caused from the deaths of many artists fighting in World War One. And whilst my generation has never had to experience such atrocities, the student graduate post- 2008 is joining a different kind of Lost Generation where the prospects of gaining your dream job are becoming increasingly bleak- regardless of how qualified you are.

Yes, youth unemployment in the UK may not be as bad in deficit-ridden countries like Spain and Greece, but according to government figures in August 2013, youth unemployment statistics showed that 973,000 people aged between 16-24 were out of work. That’s a lot of people. And if that wasn’t bad enough, according to a report from the Prince’s Trust, 1 in 10 young people felt as though they had nothing to live for in a country labelled ‘Broken Britain’.

Of course, not all blame can be directed at government and the economy. That would be shortsighted to suggest. As a generation that has been raised in an era awash with an exciting blend of rich and vibrant technological products and services, many new industries are flourishing. This has been particularly evident through a number of tech start-ups created by young people. Then again, not everyone sets out to be an entrepreneur and many students simply want a career in an industry of their choice!

Maybe the high expectations students now have of gaining jobs in more competitive industries has caused many to be let down by their own aspirations rather than necessarily being lost as many industries used to previously be the preserve of those from more exclusive backgrounds- and arguably still are.

So is my generation ‘lost’? Potentially, and if government incompetence towards youth unemployment reforms continues, maybe a new term needs coining. Perhaps the ‘Forgotten Generation’ is more appropriate.

Seven Days with You Updates

Seven Days With You Finally Has A Cover!

If you don’t already know; Seven Days with You was spawned from a dream. It occurred during a precarious period in my life.  I had recently quit my job as a waiter, and after weeks of restless boredom and self-pity, I somehow found myself working as an intern in a newsroom full of middle-aged men named Tarquin and Edward.

Anyway, I remember that morning well, wondering, after writing a god-awful first book, if this dream might just be worth turning into fiction. That was back in January 2015, a little over 2 years ago.

I won’t bore you with the details, but the dream somehow convinced me that it would lend itself perfectly to a coming-of-age story that I quickly titled Seven Days with You. I wasted little time writing the book. Seven weeks, in fact, but, of course, as anyone who’s ever written a book will tell you, that’s when the going gets tough.

My Baby, as I have called it over the years, hasn’t had it easy. She’s been rejected countless times and edited more times than I can remember, but like anything in life, you need to persevere, and now that the book is almost ready for release, I feel proud to share details of its upcoming release; as well as its cover.

Inspired by a recent edition of J.D. Salinger’s classic coming-of-age novel, The Catcher in the Rye, my publisher and I agreed a subtle cover would be better than a fancy one. I’m all for grand covers, but sometimes, the best covers suit the famous phrase: less is more.

Regarding the book’s release, I can officially announce that it will be available on my publisher’s website, Leap of Faith, from April 10th as an eBook before being made available as a print-on-demand title 60 days later on Amazon, Barnes and Nobel and various other online outlets.

Exciting times are ahead, and I’ll be putting myself through a gruelling book tour in the lead-up to the full release in two month’s time.

So until then, I want to thank anyone who reads this. It means the world to me just to have people interested in this book, and if you want to buy a copy and spread the word, then that’s even better.

Keep smiling, remain hopeful, and most of all, keep dreaming.

Speak soon.

H x

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Are Millennials Falling Out of Love With Love?

Are millennials, people who, as well as Instagramming their mother’s lasagne and exhibiting entrepreneurial streaks not seen before in any other generation, falling out of love with love? It’s a question I’ve asked myself a lot since learning that 64% of millennials happen to be single and I have a few thoughts as to why that might be the case.

First things first, I’m not an effervescent City broker working 15-hour-days trading stocks and entertaining Japanese clients until I pass out on my bedroom floor only to do it again 3 hours later. Neither am I an app developer forgoing a social life to become the next Zuckerberg.

But I am single and work long (ish) hours as a content writer, often writing 3,000 words a day before using the evenings and weekends to make edits or write new passages for my upcoming book. Not that writers, bankers and coders are a special species of grafters.

Indeed, I defy any generation to tell a working millennial they have it easy. Even if you happen to find yourself working behind a bar or waiting tables to ungrateful Yummy Mummies, not only are you earning peanuts, but you’re probably facing the added indignity of being told to wash your hands before dinner when you get home. And who wants that?

So, of course, with little time or money to see friends let alone go out and talk to someone you like at God forbid… a bar, most turn to paradoxical dating apps that promise a litany of potential partners when in reality you probably won’t meet 1% of your matches.

Instead, dating apps are used as ephemeral time-wasters that rarely lead to anything meaningful because even if you do have the good fortune of matching with someone and convincing them you’re worthy of their time, chances are you’ll probably be too busy to sustain anything beyond the initial bonding phase. Or if you do they’ll likely work 13-hour-days and then entertain their friends on weekends leaving you all but redundant barring the odd booty call.

That said, the saying goes you make time for someone you want to see, and that’s somewhat true because if presidents and C.E.Os can structure their professional lives around family and friends then why can’t you?

Well, you probably can’t because you haven’t got much money, you don’t know where you’re going in life, or if you do know or happen to have the good fortune of already being there, how do you convince yourself to slow down for a romantic liaison that could or couldn’t lead somewhere?

I guess we are all at different stages, though whether that means we are falling out of love with love itself is hard to quantify. Perhaps my generation has simply fallen privy to a more ruthless and self-seeking capitalist economy flexing its muscles? Or let the looks of Instagram models subconsciously trick us into thinking that potential partners need flawless jawlines similar to theirs? Heck, even the ‘feel good’ film La La Land told us that, you, too, could lead a life like the stars if you had the willpower to say no to Ryan Gosling.

Whatever the reasons, I believe most millennials still want to find love and enjoy all that it encompasses, but the idea of finding it in an era where one’s lifestyle moves at a faster pace than a Jamaican relay team’s has many throwing in the towel at the first hurdle, because, let’s face it: We’ve become better equipped at being on our own.

And quite frankly; I can’t see that changing anytime soon.

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Tales From My Grandfather

After visiting my grandfather this week in the beautiful surroundings of the Suffolk countryside, part of me saw it as a duty to go. After all, I hadn’t seen him in nine months. So off I went, departing from the hustle and bustle of London Liverpool Street, eventually arriving in the small picturesque market town of Hadleigh some two hours later.

The moment I opened the door, the joy on his face was priceless. What struck me most was the sheer happiness that not just my grandfather showed, but elderly people in general experience when around young people. It was as if he had turned the clock back 40 years, putting the pain of his polio to one side as he recited his days as an Army General in Kenya and journeys to the wilderness of Papua New Guinea. I was hooked and had a childlike excitement I often experienced when being read to as a child.

And the stories only got better.

One particular story centred on his days working as a publisher overseeing the works of great thinkers such as the philosopher Bertrand Rusell. He even recalled a telephone call with the world famous writer J.R.R. Tolkien. As a journalist, the stories he recited was music to my ears, with one fascinating story after the other rolling off his wise tongue.

Later that night, with jazz music roaring loudly in the background and already on my fifth glass of wine, he told me of his encounter with Margaret Thatcher and Sir Dennis at the Ritz. The Ritz is famous for playing live Jazz music in the main tea hall, much to the pleasure of its customers. However, to my grandfather’s annoyance, the music suddenly stopped. “Why was that?” I asked. “The musician told me that Lady Thatcher does not like the sound when she dines here. So after drinking a few glasses, I went over to their table and told Sir Denis that it was rather rude of her to do that. He seemed shocked,” said my granddad, hysterically laughing.

Who knew a night in with an 87-year-old could be so entertaining?

Did I mention that he recently returned from New York after visiting his good friend, who just happened to be the head of Penguin Books? Or the time he attended the funeral of a chief in the remote New Guinea jungle?

Considering I have been alive for a paltry 25 years, it was incredible to find out about his rich past. It was also a lesson in how we can learn from others. My granddad achieved a lot in his time, and still does as much as he can, both for himself and the local community. And I discovered this because I eventually took an interest in his life. Every person at a certain age has lived. Everyone has a story.

My only hope is that when I gaze towards my departure from life, I, too, can tell myself I lived a life as rich, exciting and fulfilling as the one he did.

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Seven Days with You Finds a Home

When I started writing fiction three years ago, I wouldn’t have imagined I would be published so soon, let alone for a book spawned from a dream.

After all, anyone who’s ever written a book knows how the journey unfolds. You find the courage to pursue a plot that you may or may not think is plausible and with an ounce of self-belief, a perpetual loneliness in a dimly-lit room commences in the hope that one day you’ll have something tangible to show for it before arriviste agents and no-nonsense publishing houses tell you you’re not good enough.

To my astonishment, however, and following many soul-crushing rejections, I have a soon-to-be-published novel in my locker.

In fact, I’ve written three books in the last three years which makes me sound like a pompous douche when in reality I’ve never really excelled at much academically.

Sure, I was good at English (as most writers will tell you) but I was never the best, and if you had said to me aged 18, with little-to-no-confidence and zits slowly forming around my porcelain face that I wouldn’t only complete three books but also get one published, I would have laughed and said that that was just as likely as Jessica Alba taking my hand in marriage.

Anyway, I have a publisher who believes in the book just as much as I do and I’m glad someone does as it’s a story embedded with universal themes. Yes, it’s a coming-of-age love story (heard that one before, haven’t you?) but it’s also about the sacrifice and conflict that arises from first-time love, and it was always stories like those that I related to most growing up. In my mind, books, particularly one’s with personal resonances, can help in times of difficulty, and I hope this book can do that to you in some small way.

But this blog won’t only be Seven Days with You-related. I’ll ramble about awkward Tinder dates, profile books that have inspired my writing, explain why John Green and The Weeknd are awesome, and of course, in the build-up to the novel’s release, post Seven Days with You extracts.

Most importantly, when you read this blog I want you to feel inspired as well as entertained, and if you feel the need to get in touch for whatever reason, then go to my contact page and hit me up. Not in the literal sense, though. That would be rather unfortunate.

H x

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Why Are Young People So Disillusioned With 21st Century Politics?

When Nick Clegg infamously retracted his promise to scrap tuition fees, it dented the moral fabric of the whole of Westminster, not just his party and, in due course, alienated young people.

There are distinct differences in the types of political disillusionment among youth voters. These are divided between deciding not to vote through an educated response to a political topic, such as the expenses scandal, with the other side deciding not to vote due to having no political opinion or, more disconcertingly, simply not caring. That said, with only 43% of the 18-24 age group registering their vote in the 2015 election (the lowest from all age groups), young people’s engagement with politics is disturbingly low.

Whilst one must not dwell on statistics alone, they are certainly a good indication of illustrating just how low youth participation in politics is becoming. To some extent, I see the rise of cheap popular culture, for instance, reality television and the expansion of Sky, playing a role in lowering the engagement levels of the youth. This modern day celebrity-obsessed culture has targeted the youth market to such an extent that many young voters are so passively consumed by their products that they hold opinions on television shows, such as 90210, without having any views on political events, e.g. Syria, which can create a coma of ignorance. In response to this argument, many would say ignorance is bliss, and to an extent, I agree.  However, we live in a time where such an attitude towards political issues will only create an increasingly stagnant political system.

Although I have been critical of certain youth voters in my age group, I do however sympathise with them. The raising of tuition fees was a huge slap in the face for the youth vote. In addition, those who choose not to engage in political affairs have arguably been disillusioned by being bought up in an era of New Labour that promised so much but instead proved to be a mere extension of Thatcher’s free market policies. Since the 1980s, the income inequality gap has only widened further whilst the austerity measures introduced by the coalition government are only worsening future job prospects for the youth of today. Unemployed youths across the country may see little value in investing their time voting for a political party that, in turn, has invested so little in their communities over the years. It is no wonder that many potential youth voters have lost interest in a system which only mentions them concerning their retirement age or increasing tuition fees.

A counter argument could also be made against political apathy among young voters if one points to the demonstrations that occurred in response to the raising of tuition fees, as well as the Occupy movement, both of which attracted young protesters from across the country. These are, however, in my somewhat cynical opinion, isolated instances which have proven to be exceptions to the norm in recent years.

In reality, politics often lacks the appeal needed to access a wider youth audience. Perhaps Russell Brand injected some much-needed charisma and opposing thought back into the political arena, but that was merely a superb critique of a flawed system rather than a solution to existing problems. Increasing political appeal in the future does not need to be drastic, but would benefit from greater transparency and openness within our political system; a place where the youth actually feel like their voice is being heard. A leader who practices what they preach is essentially all that the youth desire, rather than the infamous façade Cameron adopted during his cringe-worthy ‘hug a hoody’ phase.

Ultimately, my generation just wants new energy injected into our regressive political system. As the famous American political commentator Paul Begala said: “Politics is show business for ugly people”. He was spot on: the ugliness of 21st century British politics is why our youth are rejecting politics.

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Tales From My Grandfather

After visiting my grandfather this week in the beautiful surroundings of the Suffolk countryside, part of me saw it as a duty to go. After all, I hadn’t seen him in nine months. So off I went, departing from the hustle and bustle of London Liverpool Street, eventually arriving in the small picturesque market town of Hadleigh.

The moment I opened the door, the joy on his face was priceless. What struck me most was the sheer happiness that not just my grandfather showed, but elderly people in general experience when around young people. It was as if he had turned the clock back 40 years, as he put the pain of his polio to one side and recited his days as an Army General in Kenya as well as his journeys to the remote wilderness of Papua New Guinea. I was hooked and had a childlike excitement I often had when being read to as a child. And the stories only got better as I tried and failed to keep with his two bottles of wine a day drinking habit.

One particular story centred on his days working as a publisher where he was responsible for overseeing the works of great thinkers such as the philosopher Bertrand Rusell as well as describing a telephone call he had with the world famous writer J.R.R. Tolkien. As a journalist, the stories he recited was music to my ears, with one fascinating story after the other rolling off his wise tongue.

Later on that night, with Jazz music playing loudly in the background and on already on my fifth glass of wine, he told me of his encounter with Margaret Thatcher and Sir Dennis at the Ritz. The Ritz is famous for playing live Jazz music in the main tea hall, much to the pleasure of its customers. However, to my grandfather’s annoyance, the music suddenly stopped. “Why was that?” I asked. “The musician told me that Lady Thatcher does not like the sound when she dines here. So after drinking a few glasses, I went over to their table and told Sir Denis that it was rather rude of her to do that. He seemed shocked,” said my granddad, hysterically laughing. Who knew a night in with an 87-year-old could be so entertaining?

Did I mention the stories he told me of being in New York with his good friend, who just happened to be the head of Penguin publishing in their mansion in Greenwich Village? Or the time he attended the funeral of a chief in the remote jungle in New Guinea?

Considering I have been alive for a paltry 25 years, it was incredible to find out about his rich past. It was also a lesson in how we can learn from others. My granddad achieved a lot in his time, and I found out because I eventually took an interest in his life. Every person when they get to a certain age has lived. Everyone has a story. My granddad’s story is a spectacular 89-year journey.

One day I  hope I can eventually tell my grandchildren the stories I heard that one fine evening, knowing that as I gaze towards my departure from life, I can tell myself I lived a life as rich, exciting and fulfilling as he did.