Hello. My name is Guy. ‘fearfulodds’ refers to a few diseases that have been architected to kill me. But as a friend once said, “I’m still ‘ere, ‘en I?” Life itself can come with some pretty fearsome odds too; I’ve been fascinated by what it takes to overcome them. As part of my PhD I got involved with the Research Method Autoethnography, a disciplined reflexive self-examination, then tried to work out how to weave that learning into creative writing. And mental well-being. An example is the blog I wrote about my recent cancer journey.

I’ve had three different careers, a soldier, ops at Heathrow and two decades in IT. Four, if I include Academia (2016-23). Writing, however, has been a constant substrate of my life. Poetry, primarily, but other modalities too. I think it’s language itself, and how it changes, especially within each modality, that fascinates me. And how it goes wrong when we communicate. I accidentally became an expert in metaphor and other artefacts of figurative language. Not a brilliant chat up line. Books too, a constant and indelible friendship over six decades, both reading and writing.