I love words – their impact, their ability to challenge, the way that so few can be put can be put together to convey so much. I enjoy reading articles, books, blogs and tweets that are able to communicate interesting, informative and insightful messages.
This is where I begin to regret that I took more interest in football than English at school. I went to an excellent Grammar school in Kent, but my upbringing had incorrectly taught me that the achievement of making it to a grammar school (the first kid from my council estate to do so) was the completion of my goal rather than the beginning of the journey. Homework was a major inconvenience and there was no way I could tell my mates knocking at the door to get me to play football that I had homework to do – not if I wanted to still have friends. So, when I should have been reading Macbeth I was being Peter Osgood – when I should have been analysing the Ancient Mariner, I was being Peter Bonetti.
I will continue to write and do what I can to communicate effectively, but I know that sometimes I will fail, and I certainly won’t reach the peaks that others reach. I am however, prepared to learn and I know that reading other people’s output should serve as inspiration rather than cause me to despair at what I cannot yet do.