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5 minutes on the terrors of socialising
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Reading time: 0.39 152 words Hey Reader, Socialising is more scary than public speaking. This is a fact (for me) and is also the premise of my stand-up comedy set. Wanna see it? It’s up on YouTube now. You can watch it here. I don’t only do stand-up comedy, I’m also a great event speaker and I’m looking for stages to speak on — do you know anyone running an event I should speak at? Please introduce me! My topics include:
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Reading time: 1.00 235 words Read this email in your browser. Hey Reader, As you read this, I’m halfway to Solihull College to lead an 8-week “Write Your First Nonfiction Book” Bootcamp. The reason I’m sharing this is twofold. Firstly, I’m really proud that I get to do this! One of my clients had a launch party for her book, and one of her guests works for the college. As soon as we met, she asked me to be involved in one of their projects — and I said yes. Because when we say yes to exciting...
Reading time: xxx words Read this email in your browser. Hey Reader, “Jingling bastards,” Joe muttered. I snorted, clapping along as the Morris Dancers jingled around the village square, waving hankies and bowing. I don’t know why, but Joe’s afraid of Morris Dancers. He says they’re “fundamentally untrustworthy” but can’t explain why. Our local Morris Dancers practice in our village hall, 200m away from my house. I might join. Partly because I love anything to do with dancing, partly because...
Reading time: 3.41 874 words Read this email in your browser. Hey Reader, Coroner’s report stated the cause of death was puffy sleeves underneath a tight cardigan. My mother made me wear it aged approximately four years, on our summer holiday in Betws-y-Coed. She paired this horror with slippy sandals for picnicking and messing around by the river, thus ensuring my inability to leap from rock to rock like the gazelle I clearly was. This is my first memory of dying. There were many more. Cause...