The beach is a wonderful natural location to enjoy all manner of activities. There are those of us that surf, those of us who sunbathe, and those of us who play football. Whether you need peace and quiet, a good location for a barbecue, or a long flat stretch of land to play sport on, mother nature provides it for us.
Until I am full time writer, I have to do as everyone else and work a stereotypical office job for a living. The unfortunate business who is graced with my presence is a football academy based in South Wales. This weekend the football academy that I work for, The Champion’s Soccer Academy, were one of the leading figures in organising Swansea’s first ever Beach Soccer Festival.
Continue reading “From Gower To Gaza”
So I sat. And I waited. And I thought. The NewStatesman article staring up at me blankly. The words of Sophie McBain were being churned over in my head as something I had known for years began to creep to the front of my brain. The article was on Syria, a subject close to my heart, but its words began to form a deeper realisation within me.
The civil war in Syria is now into its fourth year and it is showing no signs of stopping. The inaction of the UK, and the rest of the world, has disgusted me, but I understand why it has been this way. I understand why the streets are not lined with people demanding action be taken. I understand why the press and the politicians are hesitant to speak out about showing support to those within Syria. And I understand why despite the known use of chemical weapons, despite the deliberate targeting of civilians, despite the evidence of torture, and despite it being the worst humanitarian disaster in my lifetime, nothing is being done.
Continue reading “The Evil That Men Do”