When I was a boy growing up in Llanbradach, one of my favourite pastimes was building intricate Meccano structures on the living-room floor. I’d spend hours bolting together metal strips…
When I first heard the term Private Label Rights, I imagined something to do with factories and trademarks, not marketing. It sounded like a solicitor’s clause, not a marketer’s dream.…
When I was growing up in the South Wales valleys, money wasn’t exactly flowing. My father was a coal miner, my mother a housewife. We lived simply and made do.…
When I first heard about “done-for-you” systems in affiliate marketing, I was sceptical. Too many times I’d been sold on shortcuts that turned out to be long-cuts. Endless tinkering, endless…
When I first stepped into affiliate marketing, I did what most beginners do: I tried everything, all at once. I tinkered with websites until the small hours, bought courses I…
I still remember sitting nervously in the exam hall at Grammar School in Caerphilly. Latin paper in front of me, clock ticking, and my mind blank. When the invigilator finally…
When I was growing up in Llanbradach, most of my sporting weekends were a blur of rugby, football, and cricket. Saturday mornings it was rugby for the school, Saturday afternoons…
In my sporting days, there were always two types of players. The first ran themselves ragged, chasing every ball, covering every blade of grass, and ending up utterly exhausted long…
If I’d learned one lesson from a lifetime of sport — captaining rugby one morning and turning out for football the same afternoon; marshalling a cricket field with a bowler…