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Chapter 1:  Roots of the Hunt — Childhood ...

I grew up in Wantage, Oxfordshire, a quiet town in the 1980s where childhood adventures often began right outside the front door. At the age of three, I was already riding my bike, feeling the thrill of movement and freedom as I pedalled up and down the street. This early bond with two wheels sparked a passion that would shape much of my life to come.

By the age of six, I was racing at the local BMX track, carving out memorable moments filled with speed, competition, and camaraderie. Those days brought not only joy but also a handful of trophies a tangible reminder of my youthful determination and love for the sport.

In the background of my early years was my family. My younger brother Ross came along, and like me, he too developed a fondness for bikes. Our shared interest quietly wove us closer together. Our dad worked hard as a crane mechanic, a steady provider who spent long hours making sure things ran smoothly. Meanwhile, Mum was a stay-at-home mum, taking care of the house and us kids the kind of full-time dedication that was common in the 1980s.

That decade shaped much about how we grew up the music, the culture, the rhythms of daily life forming a foundation that I would later come to see in a new light as I embarked on my journey of self-discovery. These were the roots of my hunt for dopamine: the natural highs and challenges of childhood, the early lessons in resilience, passion, and family bonds.

Chapter X:  All In at 4AM The Grind Behind the Dream

Making a documentary, a podcast, and writing a book isn’t just hard work it’s another universe compared to anything I’ve ever taken on. But what makes it possible is the pure, unfiltered passion fuelling every late night and early morning. Honestly, the hardest part is how fast my mind works compared to how quickly life lets me move. I want it all finished yesterday, but all I can do is chip away, bit by bit, and trust the vision is going somewhere real.

Right now, it’s 4am. I’m sat in a hotel room after another marathon day at a conference. Tomorrow’s another round of back-to-back business pitches, a room full of ideas, waiting for that shot to pitch my own vision to someone who could help make it happen. This isn’t just a dream it’s about putting philanthropy and raw entertainment together for a show that’s as useful as it is wild. And yes, if I want it to work and keep growing, I need more than passion I need to get paid as well. Purpose is great but rent still needs covering.

What’s wild is how much has changed in just the past eight months. From swinging hammers and working the tools as a carpenter, to facing down workplace bullying, toughing out a bout of Covid, smashing my ribs at the British Vets motocross like the universe was pushing me to make a change, whether I was ready or not. And here I am new path, whole new world, trying to figure out how to be okay in it…how to trust that I do actually belong here. Every once in a while, like tonight, I feel it a hot rush of excitement, a spike of hope, especially when I manage to get my card in the hands of one of these so-called gurus. Maybe they get hundreds of cards a week, maybe mine goes straight in the bin, but at least I’m playing the game. 

The fact is, if this documentary, podcast, and book are ever going to fly, they need funding badly. The dream is too big for one person, and that’s exactly why every ounce of my hyperfocus and stubborn, wild ADHD drive is exactly what’s needed now. I’m not giving up. I want this show out in the world. I want sponsorship. I want it all.

Let’s get some help, universe. I’m doing my bit, you do yours.

Relentless Drive, Real Nerves

There’s a truth about big dreams no one tells you until you’re knee-deep. Nerves become your day-to-day companion, a sort of tremor humming beneath every plan and pitch. That’s me, right now: nervous as hell, heart pounding as I face real investors and real deadlines for Dopamine Hunters.

It’s easy for people to mistake nerves for weakness. But as I write these words, I know it’s the exact opposite. My nerves are proof that I care, that I am betting everything on making this company a game-changer for neurodivergent people like myself. This isn’t just a job or startup gamble; it’s every story I’ve lived, the late ADHD diagnosis, the motocross starts, the moments when I felt the rush of dopamine with the throttle wide open, and saw my so-called weaknesses turn into strengths.

I want this to work so badly that sometimes I can’t sleep. I see the numbers, modest beginnings, ambitious forecasts. I know competition is tough. Yet here’s the difference: I don’t quit. I never have. When obstacles come for me, I outlast them. The feeling that Dopamine Hunters won’t fail doesn’t come from naivety. It’s born of every hard lesson, every time I rebuilt a broken bike or put one more word down when no one was watching. That grit is in our business plan, our forecast, our mission.

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