A little bit about me........

A few years back I had a career change. For many years I was a chef, working in many of Australia’s and world’s top restaurants and 5 star hotels. I loved cooking; it was and sometimes still is a passion of mine. I was old school chef, I worked hard, partied hard and fucked hard; it was a rock n role lifestyle that was nearly the end of me.

There were a number of reasons why I left, high stress, long ass fucking hours, heat that would make or break a person and never seeing my now wife to name a few. But a major part of leaving was it was turning me into a monster. You think I’m a cunt now? I’m fucking Mother Teresa giving the Pope a blow job while giving birth to Jesus Christ these days.

Speed and coke were a daily occurrence to pump like a mad man during service and get you though the long days. And drinking was a nightly occurrence to knock me out at the end of the night to get a few hours sleep so I could get back up for my next 16 hour shift. It was a vicious cycle. Sure there were jobs out there that were easier with shorter hours but they just bored the fuck out of me and I never lasted long.

I spoke to everyone including the ones I loved as if they were nothing but a dead bug on my windshield of life. Waitresses were at my disposal, I would treat them like shit, talk at them like they were some cheap rooming house hooker, but for some reason they kept coming back for more, more abuse, more fucking and more shit.

Restaurant and hotel owners meant nothing to me. Sure they were the people who put the money in my bank account to fuel my life, but I treated them like they were dog shit on my shoe. Fuck I even told Barron Hilton to get the fuck out of his own kitchen in his own hotel where I was Executive chef.

I fucking punched Ian ______ on his show ‘____ Cooking Adventures’ where I was a guest chef (that shit didn’t make it to air) but I sure gave him a little adventure.**

If you have read the book Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain, multiply that by ten and you will have a small indication as to the life I was leading.

I was living life fast and furious and having a fucking ball while doing it.

However driving home in the early hours of the morning after working an 18 hour day with an alarming mix of drugs and alcohol swirling through my system, I passed out going fucking fast on the South Eastern freeway. Astonishingly I walked away with only a broken wrist and a few cuts and bruises.

This was the wake up I needed. I quite cooking the next day and got my shit together so I could start living a normal life.

The transition from being a mad man chef to your average everyday paper shuffler has been interesting. I have had some diverse jobs from, directional drilling, motivational speaking, advertising & marketing, telemarketing and even selling speakers out the back of a van (Which mind you took me around Australia and overseas with some fucking hilarious and sometimes unbelievable stories which I will tell you about over time).

So there, this might give you a little bit of an idea of which angle I come from in life.

I will start posting some stories from the past that I think will start painting you a picture of who I am as a person and where I am coming from and by the time we’re finished it will be the masterpiece that is ME.

HAHA.


That’s if you want to hear them?

** This part has been altered due to a paranoid lawyer who is too fucking scared to do what the fuck I pay him to do and that is to cover my fucking ass.