Welcome to my humble abode; www.boxingwriter.co.uk
I like boxing and I like words.
Sometimes I put the two together quite well.
I’ve appeared in print in the UK, gracing the pages of Boxing News, Knockout London and in the US, via the wonderfully named Ring Sports newspaper in Nevada, courtesy of the late Rusty Rubin and the even more obscure Tuscaloosa News. Further, I’ve been a phone-in boxing head for LBC, BBC, LoveSportRadio, the now defunct Chicken and Beer podcast and with the late great Kendall Lewis on ESPN 850 WKNR in Cleveland, Ohio too.
That is the nature of boxing. There are few barriers.
In fact, the only obstacle to further progress has been my ‘real’ life as a father, husband, son and as a specialist in the field of Multi-Sensory Equipment for children with additional needs, which is rewarding and pays the mortgage.
I’ve been writing since Lennox Lewis was knocked out by Hasim Rahman. Output varies subject to the demands of the real life I mentioned. However, since August 2017, the site has once again been revitalised, hopefully you are enjoying the output and will return.
From 5am bleary eyed typing, to lonely 3-hour drives back from wind-swept Leisure Centres, getting ‘nutmegged’ by Ricky Hatton, ‘blanking’ Manny Steward on a conference call and the stomach wrench of receiving warning letters from a promoter’s solicitor; I’ve had a taste of most of the boxing world’s varied surprises. I doff my cap to those who rely on it, day in day out. It is a crazy world to inhabit.
I did once win a CJ Award for Excellence in Boxing Writing while resident at thesweetscience.com alongside several of my heroes, most notably Pat Putnam, but in a cruel twist, it was the same month the prize money was withdrawn.
Your feedback, comments and emails are welcomed and if you wish to hook up via social networks I tend to use Twitter these days; @theboxingwriter and Instagram a little too.
If you work on behalf of a fighter, in a media or management capacity, or just wish to make contact drop me a line:-
You never know, I may say yes. Especially if you’re paying.
I’m a Yorkshireman after all.