I know, who would have thought it, Mr 'I hate digital consumption' is now advising his followers to use their mobile phone whilst eating meals. How unproductive and unsociable is that? Granted, but hear me out before you conclude an opinion. 

Everyone wrote Tyson Fury off against Deontay Wilder, and rightly so. His two warm up fights were a farce, and shifting ten stone - whilst impressive  - will undoubtably take its toll on anyone's body. ‘His fitness will be be affected’; ‘his head won’t be in a good enough place’; ‘Deontay punches too hard.

It all started last Sunday evening. I was at home with my girlfriend, discussing my goals for the coming months. I wanted a challenge, something to aim for. But what, Tough Mudder? The Rat Race? I even looked at doing an Iron Man! None of them really appealed to me the more I looked into them.

I knew it had to happen sooner or later; when you’re on the journey of exploration and self-discovery time waits for no man. I knew that I had reached a point in my life where I needed to create a new adventure. Create new opportunities that will pave the way, on the untrodden path that we call our future.

I can’t believe I got it so wrong. As many of you will know, I have been stressing like hell at the thought of turning 40. So much so, that I cancelled all birthday celebrations and wanted to let it pass without acknowledgement.

How is it that some people use pain and suffering as a springboard to achieve great success in life? And yet, others use it as a ball and chain that weighs them down and keeps them from pursuing their goals in life? Is it mindset, influence, or simply that we’re all biologically different?

Let’s make no bones about it, it’s very hard. I’d say, it’s just as hard as stopping smoking or drinking. I’m fully aware that those very words might make the cynics scoff and throw the accusation as bullshit my way. My response is simple - try it! 

Have I slept with enough women? Is my house big enough? Should I have brought the coupé instead of the 4x4? Have I done enough ‘manly' things to justify my existence? These are the questions many men have been second guessing for generations,

After watching last nights’ BBC 2 documentary on Male suicide, I was amazed that 56% of the men they interviewed had contemplated ending their life. I can’t comment on their issues or causes, but I can share with you my experience and a few things that helped me get my life back on track.

I have had a love hate relationship with alcohol over the years. I’ve commented many times before, that almost all the trouble I’ve ever been in has been the result of consuming too much alcohol. It has the potential to turn a seemingly respectable person into a moronic fuckwit

I have now surpassed the 30 day no alcohol challenge and, I think, I’m on day 34 or 35? How do I feel? Exactly how I thought I might - fucking amazing! I keep attempting to write this Weekly Roundup and end up getting myself deep into the rabbit hole of the profound effects…

Is it just me that finds these irritating twats so irrelevant and an insult to humanity? It’s like society has bred a new breed of adult sized child, who has less integrity than a vegan who secretly gorges on foie gras. I call it the ‘TOWIE’ effect.

I could never understand the people that mourned for celebrities and public figures they had never met before. Admittedly, with all the famous faces who have passed away over the last couple of years, it has been a bit of an eye opener, a kick up the backside and certainly a reminder that life doesn’t last forever. 

The bio on my personal website sounds pretty impressive even if I do say so myself. Travel, wealth, properties and endless opportunities. Fast forward two years and alcohol, drugs and depression cost me everything and nearly my life. In light of Mental Health Awareness month, here is my story

Let's be honest, when we watched movies as kids such as Rocky or Enter The Dragon it may have gotten us all excited and for a short period of time, it might have even been enough to inspire us to go jogging in the park, hit the pads in the gym or bash the kid that’s been pissing you off

Biology or psychology, that is my dilemma when it comes to the Whole30 diet. I made it to day 24 and I’m actually pleased to say I’ve stopped. Some of you might say I’ve failed but I know in my own mind I got what I needed from the experiment - insight.

As homo sapiens we often take things at face value, it’s human nature after all. But, for the best part, it's a trait that doesn’t serve us well. The true leaders of this world have a tendency to look beyond the facade and look at scenarios in a more objective perspective.

I hate fad diets! Nearly as much as I hate the people who seem to spend their life jumping from one ridiculous eating regime to another. Why? Becuase they never shut the fuck up about whatever diet they are on, they are inconsistent, often moody and very judgemental. Is that enough reasons? 

I will stick my neck on the line and say that the majority of people who made New Year's resolutions have fallen off track - Eat better, drink less and exercise more. People don't like to be reminded that they have failed, hell I certainly don't. I still see people slogging it out in the gym, most likely because:

Let me get straight to the point. I have spent many years in the City working with supposedly super confident alpha males. Money-driven self-obsessed maniacs, bullish arrogant and egotistical males. Each one trying to prove their worth in a fast-paced cutthroat environment.