My life

Welcome to the jungle guys,
Now I don't profess to be a great writer, and my storytelling skills are rusty at best, but I want to take this opportunity to try and give u a little break down of my life so far!


I was born in 1986, in South London. I am the youngest of 3 children (an older brother and an older sister) and have always known that I was an "accident". My mum says she would have had 9 kids as she came from a big family (3 boys and 4 girls), but had an emergency c-section with my brother and had to follow suit with my sister and me, but my Dad was happy with just having 2 kids. However, even my mum has said to me she was happy, "I had my boy and my girl and then...you were 'just a little extra'!" Those who know me will probably think I'm digging at myself, but this is true and i ain't bothered by it, anymore.


Naturally, growing up with this hanging over your head wasn't all fun and games, but I would say I had a relatively normal childhood. I always felt closer to my mum, so would do anything to keep her happy, even if that meant my own happiness went unfulfilled. We would go shopping for clothes and I would have to wear all these nasty clothes and feel like I was being made to be someone else to fit in with my brother and sister (who were and are, for lack of a better word....sheep/chavs)


My relationship with my dad was/is, shall we say awkward?! He put all of his attention on my brother and sister, (my brother being his "first born son" and my sister being "Daddy's Little Princess") and i was the skinny useless "runt" of his otherwise perfect litter! he has never said anything about this, but anyone who meets my dad knows how he operates without having to say a word!
My relationship with my sister has always been rocky to say the least. we would argue about everything, but the arguments wouldn't last long, and i seldom won (my dad had this thing where i wouldn't be allowed to argue with my sister because she was older, a girl, and his princess) which only made for a more rocky future as young adults.


My brother, on the other hand, was one of the single greatest human beings you could ever meet. Life and soul of any party, we would stay behind when my rents and sis went shopping and role play we were warriors on some ancient battlefield. those are some of the fondest memories i have of our time together. Unfortunately, my bro liked to lie.... a lot!! even down to what he had just eaten. he was and is a compulsive liar.


After 2 hamsters, a budgie, multiple room changes and about 10 years, we moved from a 4 (small) bedroom flat, to a 3 bedroom house with a 100 foot garden. i was 10 years old and had to share a room with my sister. We would fight in secret, i jumped from my cabin bed onto her head after she had her upper earlobe pierced because she was being a bitch, as per.... she didn't like that. She used to like to pin me down and shove her hair in my face, so one day, i snapped and hammered her right big toe with my fist (the situation was worse as that toe just so happen to have and ingrowing toe-nail, which required surgery!! ... She didn't like that either) these are the only 2 circumstances where i can remember winning a dispute with my sister(we were alone both times). she would constantly try to belittle me in front of anyone, her friends, my friends, family members (cousins mainly) and yet it was always made out to be "my fault" because i "wound her up".


Shortly after moving, my brother left. he was 18-19, and wanted out in the big wide world. he got with this girl called Nicki, who had a little kid who had impaired vision, sweet little boy. My mum and Nicki swiftly became the greatest of enemies. They would argue constantly, mainly over my brother because he would lie to my mum and then go back and lie to Nicki. Eventually, they stopped talking and i followed suit out of loyalty to my mum. i will also like to mention at this juncture, growing up i never spoke out for myself in any way i would fold under the slightest amount of pressure which led me to lead a puppets life, with my mum pulling the strings. I didn't speak to my brother for 4 years after that.


I will apologise if there is little detail in this part of this post, but my childhood isn't something i like to dwell on or enjoy remembering. Like a plaster, i try to whip it off as quickly as possible! but we are coming to an awesome crossroads in my life which, without, i wouldn't be the man i am today...


stay tuned!