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“Fathers anguish as child pulls on hair”

Oh and renovating your own house at the same time. It’s fucking hard work.

When I decided to pack in my job two years ago and try my luck at running a company, I had no idea what I was doing. I had a couple of grand in the bank and the best of intentions — but that seemed like enough if it meant I didn’t have to do that same old shitty job any more. A child was something we had talked about then, but it was one of those things that seemed like a long way away.

Then, six months later I woke up to the sound of “We did it!” and Carol running out of the bathroom of our attic flat holding a pissy stick with some blue lines on it. I was excited, but also terrified — no stable income and no idea what I was doing (and I’m pretty sure you can’t support a family on good intentions). …


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“Confident Man Working On Startup”, I’m not sure what makes him so confident, the man bun? the pink shirt? the “I’m a DJ headphones”?

So last night I went to yet another networking event. I’m finding myself at a lot of them recently, trying to build up the profile of the business and win some new work. …


Except, well — it kinda is.

Sure, I had some fun growing up — there were the parties, the drugs, the excess and everything that went along with it. I’ve drank more than most people should have in their late teens / early twenties and I’ve taken substances that I can’t even remember the name of. I stayed up for three days straight in other people’s living rooms, discussing the meaning of life, the fourth dimension and how I floated around the universe in a camping chair without ever leaving where I was in the space of 30 seconds. …