Also, not long after my event talk in Cambridge I went to do a similar talk with social workers in Weston-super-mare. Again a great day with very welcoming social workers that seemed engaged with my talk and my story to help shed my thoughts, feelings and experiences of being a young person in care, and I had a lovely walk along the beach afterwards too.
Thanks for having us! More coming soon including my crowdfunder for my second edition books and hardbacks.
What a beautiful day it was on the day of the conference, absolutely gorgeous weather which was great for the publicity stunt in Place Du Luxembourg (Luxembourg Square) where I met up with Federica, Gail, Laurie, Liuska and others from Missing Children Europe as well as photographer Kris Van De Sande whilst they were setting up the publicity stunt to promote the runaway helpline number - 116000 A lot of people won't know this, but if you are a runaway, a parent or have any c
After successfully self-publishing the first edition of Poems From a Runaway, obviously I was buzzin!
So I set about learning how to market my book and always knew I had to get it out to social workers and missing children's charities - so I went on a mad one via email.
I've sent out well over a thousand emails to numerous charities and social work agencies as well as homeless support hubs and youth workers and even local newspapers. A big thanks to the Sunday Mercury (Birmin
After I wrote 'Free Drinks On Haymarket (which you can read here), I thought why not write a book about the rest of my childhood memoirs about living on the streets of London. I knew I'd slept rough, begged and lived in some quite famous and scenic places such as Piccadilly Circus, and Green Park near the Ritz and Buckingham Palace and I couldn't help but think of an old A.A.Milne book I once picked up as a very young kid - which featured poems about homeless people sleeping
Back in 2016 I one day sat down in my room and wrote a poem based on a memory from my childhood. It was a memory of being thirteen years old, and whilst living rough in London as a runaway teenager - I one day walked into the Sports Cafe on Haymarket pretending to be a Walsall FC footballer.
Either the barman actually believed me or he could spot the blag and simply kept me around in the quiet bar for his own entertainment purposes. Who knows?
Once I wrote the poem (which