"My aim this year is to produce better films, more creative and more artistic than I did last year" – Kendo 

Six o’clock this morning I woke up and wrote this thinking of my dad.

I wanted to say I love you, but I could not say the words

I wanted to say I love you, but I knew you’d think it  absurd

I wanted to say I love you, when you held me in your arms so tight

I wanted to say I love you, when in the  distance I saw a light

I wanted to say I love you, when the world was all a blur

I wanted to say I love you, when at that moment I did not care

I wanted to say I love you, even though those things weren’t said

I wanted to say I love you, when you taught us hide them in your head

I wanted to say I love you, when towering over me that night you were so tall

I wanted to say I love you, when every day and night I felt so small

I wanted to say I love you, that night when you were there

For in the morning I could not say I love you, dad, as you were gone for evermore

I was in bed most of yesterday with a viral chest infection I caught from my son and I felt that poem just needed to get out so I picked up my iPad which is kept next to the bed and I started typing. As I have said and written before I felt as a young lad I was brought up quite strictly, no violence or abuse just strictly. My earliest memories were of having a kiss planted firmly on my forehead which changed quickly into a hand shake a few years to come. Now I am sure that there will be many people over the years who read this and think to themselves lucky lad he escaped the violence and abuse. From a young age we were taught that was my brother and I, to be seen and not heard. As I got older I recognised a feeling of fear that came over me as  my dads key was placed in the front door and the door slowly opened.

How many children just kick their shoes off without untying the laces? My dad would tie the laces into tiny knots around ten to twenty knots per shoe and  we would have to untie them before we could use them again. If we had no homework we would have an hours reading and writing that my dad would then check and if there were spelling mistakes we would have to check every single word. If our bedrooms were left a little untidy my dad would go into our bedroom and pull everything out of our cupboards, everything, and leave it in a big pile on the bedroom floor.

I remember having three paper rounds as a young boy and working in a sweet shop too numbering all the papers for the other paper rounds. I used to get up really early, sometimes at four thirty. I remember once, when I was out on my paper round standing under a big tree one morning as the rain was falling all around me, this big tree sheltered me from that cold winters morning, my bright yellow two piece waterproofs kept me dry. A street light lit the rain as it fell to the ground and the branches of the tree glowed a warm orange as the cold all around me tried to creep in, but that big old tree kept me safe.

Anyway I know my dad loved me even though I never remember him saying it, but is that a sin? I might of been rebellious but then who isn’t growing up? Maybe the way my dad was brought up, I know his father worked for the church, a vicar I think, maybe my dad being in the army had something to do with his little ways or maybe it was because he was only seventeen when he met my mum and maybe he was just too young.

What did my dad teach me? Don’t be afraid of words like I love you, sure don’t just throw them around to strangers or for no reason what so ever. No but if you truly mean them tell that person, young or old, male or female, don’t hold them inside for the day as I did when they will be locked away forever.

I promise next week I’ll talk about some porn, but maybe this week, feeling a bit ill made me think of things locked away just under the surface. Have a great week

Kendo out x

I must say that I have really enjoyed writing this blog so far, and I have felt it to be quite an easy and theaputic thing to do. By now you should have a deeper insight into who is Kendo, who is Kendo the Porn Director, who is Kendo the person. The question now I suppose is where do I go from here?

Well let’s face it you are reading this blog and this blog is about a Porn Director, so in all fairness I kind of think you have an idea where it will go, or maybe you don’t, lets see.

Do I see what I do as porn or do I see it as something else, maybe something like ART! Well the answer to that is quite simple. I believe it doesn’t matter how I see what I do rather how you see what I do. But then again thats not really true is it. We are both as important as each other, the way I see it and the way you see it, both equal, interesting. If I was to tell you that I saw what I was doing as a mixture of art and adult, would you believe me? If I was to tell you that I was not that interested in the actual fucking side of things and rather the beauty of two people coming together as one, would you think I was talking a load of old rubbish or would I be talking the truth? Interestingly, I am actually thinking on that for a few seconds as I hope you will, please don’t scan read my words, they are not written to be scanned, rather understood. If you have ever watched any of my behind the scenes interviews you will see that what I do I take very serioously, BUT I do like to have a laugh and have a relaxed atmosphere on set, come on can you actually really truely imagine the stress that the male model might be going through before I or any other so called Director sayd those imortal words, ACTION? Well do you? Take away the soft focused edges, the magical mystical blurring, the beautiful music track, the slick edit and what do you have? PORN I love this Industry.

I started college a year and a half ago because I had so much free time on my hands I was not really achieving anything with my time well my free time. Now that sounds a little bad so let me explain. Sure I work a lot with with my editors but there’s only so much time they need me sitting next to them, asking them questions pushing their creative buttons extracting something deep within them that 95% of other Directors don’t even know exists or don’t care exists. It was Lisa who said to me about going back to college and it was never to start a five year BA course in Fine Art. She suggested I go back to college in my free time and do some screen printing. I had done a summer course with a great guy called Clive Vosper, a brilliant artist five years before and, I loved it. Anyway Lisa said go and do some screen printing but the problem was they were not running any courses at the time, but they were advertising a BA course in Print making, so I thought that sounds good to me not knowing just how much work would be entailed.

At the interview I had to take in mainly work related photographs, yes the work photographs that I am talking about were porn work photographs, Nothing too explicit, but what’s explicit to an art teacher and what’s explicit to a Porn Director might be two different things all together, might they not? So I had the interview and there and then they offered me a place on the BA Fine Art course, I asked about the printing course but was told “Sorry that course is not running anymore” erm “But you could do some printing on the fine art course if you’d like” OK they sold it to me and I was to start that September.

When I started the course I found I was in a group of eleven women, no men, all over Forty something and all coming from totally different backgrounds. Luckily having fifteen years experience with taking my own clothes off in front of screaming mental women, directing porn films gave me a perfect grounding with dealing with eleven women.

They are a great bunch of ladies like I said all from different backgrounds but a great bunch. We have had a couple of ladies drop out since the course started but we are now in our flow, producing some pretty cool work, even setting up a website that will being going live, to be launched later this year and even having our first exhibition in June of this very same year.

Since starting the art course I have always wanted and believed that my work in the Porn Industry and my art work would cross over and connect with one another. I have thought that my work would be the vehicle to focus my art. I have been working with different ideas for this and now I have a strong visual idea and focus on how this will happen. Since you are reading this blog and I hope enjoying the words I am writing then you will be privy to see how this will emerge and unfold, together in unity, a beautiful balance. I have always known from the start that it will happen, just not knowing how it will happen, but I promise you it will. This is true self belief, knowing.

So I spend two days a week, Wednesday and Thursday all day at college. I start my day on a Wednesday doing my early morning chores, I get up for 6:45 then I go to the gym with my wife Lisa at the for eightish until around nine, nine thirty. I then go to college until about four, I go home have some food see the boys and Lisa then I go and train at my martial arts in the evening until nine. Thursday I go to college until  four then I do a creative writing lesson after college until about five, so pretty full on and I also have to fit in going over the guys work, what they have been editing on those days. It is busy but balance is good. I am not wasting my time away, how many of us just sit in front of the TV and think somebody is going to knock on the front door and change our lives, come on wake up get out there and go and meet the world head on, take what you want but take it the right way. If you don’t have drive, desire, self belief then get it and get it not, read books like, Lifes Golden Ticket, Bounce, Buisness Stripped Bare, The one minute manager, Children are from Heaven, and my favourite Think and Grow Rich. That’s why at the weekend I don’t do any work, well try not to and try and just chill out with my beautiful wife and our beautiful boys.

So see you soon, well next week,  Kendo out x

So wow when I thought about starting to blog I had no idea just what  would come from my mouth, well my head, I’m not sitting here actually talking to myself, even though I do do that, well come on, we all do don’t we?

So I have just finished another pressure point lesson, my head is hurting, my fingers are really sore, my lower leg is killing me and I have tingles throughout my hand. Come on I know I must be a little nuts, but sitting here in the AID room at the martial arts academy where I do my training, I find myself with forty-five minutes to spare to write before my street fighting lesson, this lesson I actually help teach. I have been training now for about three years in KFM and for me it’s the most real martial art I have trained in, and I have trained in a few over the years, it’s routes are from the streets of spain, Spanish street fighting.

So you know I have been a competitive bodybuilder many many moons ago, you know I enjoy martial arts. You know I have always had a love for photography, you know I am forty three now and I have been on a BA Fine Art Course for a year and a half. You know I used to be in a strip group, I was a stripper for about thirteen years. But did you know I love scuba diving, come on. I actually trained to become a Dive Master that’s one below instructor and I loved it. I have tried free diving and managed to hold my breath for three minutes under water, I really enjoyed that too. I used to play Sunday league football for a trendy pub, well wine bar until I got booted out for a violent act.

Now whatever you may be thinking I am not a violent man so to speak I do not or have not ever really gone out looking for trouble, but trouble always seemed to find me. I must admit working in the Porn industry being recognised as the ‘Porn Star’ and I personally  hate that title too, for me the stars are way up in the sky and they always look down upon us and I never looked down upon anybody. So throw in a lot of recreational drugs and the whole porn thing, throw in a couple of mates who did enjoy trouble and partying and what do you have? that’s it a Saturday night out. I am so pleased all that is behind me, now I don’t drink, I have never smoked, I don’t touch any drugs ever anymore and my whole life is so much cleaner I feel so much healthier. I usually get up at around 6:30 every morning and feel fantastic, usually, I do have a cold at the moment and you know what us guys are like with our colds and our man flu.

I remember the first time I saw her, my best friend lay dying in a hospital, we were on a boys holiday in Ibiza and Lisa had flown over with my friends wife to turn off his life support machine, there was something about her, maybe her long brown hair or maybe her deep brown eyes or maybe just that the circumstances were that terrible that we had this affinity together, we seemed to be there for each other, maybe even more so than any of the others in this tragic event. Chris was thirty nine, yes just thirty nine years of age and he was going to be dead within a couple of days. I would stay on a couple more days to bring his body back to the UK a couple more days after the rest of the boys on holiday with us had gone home, me on my own in the party capital just waiting to re patronise my best friends body. A very strange feeling watching happy holiday makers party whilst all you wanted to do was cry. I did have Lisa on the end of he phone and some nights we chatted for hours and that was my guiding light. A truly terrible terrible time for us all. Chris was the most amazing friend and guy I knew and is sadly missed but always remembered, he loved my job, loved it and was so proud of me. He loved partying he loved life and we loved him.

When I got back to the UK I said to Lisa that we should not see each other for a while due to the strange circumstances that had brought us together, she had also split up with her ex boyfriend so I thought that would give us the time we needed to understand our feelings, we didn’t need anytime we were born to be together we had found our ways home and when I met her it was the worst time of my life and with her began the best time of my life. That was eight years ago, we have been married now for four and a half years and we have two beautiful boys.

Lisa was unhappy at work and at that time I was working with a company that took me away from home filming for a week every single month, idiots they just didn’t know a good thing when they had it and ripped me off for over forty grand and that’s probably for part5 but for now back to part four. I said to lisa why don’t you leave your work and come and work with me. She had no experience with cameras or editing or models or anything within the adult industry, but she knew me and I knew her and knew that she could achieve anything she put her mind too. So I set out teaching her how to use the camera, then how to edit films, moved on to taking photographs, she would book the models and finally even direct scenes. A lot of her work ended up on our TV’s yes she got really good. So we live together, we work together we train in the gym together and at weekends we turn off our phones and just spend our time with our boys and we try and see nobody else not even our own family.

I am  now a man who is not afraid to show his emotions, I am pleased I am an emotional guy, I am pleased I cry at films and can admit it. You see me tweet on a daily basis about self belief about recognising your dreams and talents, I really buy into the whole positive thinking bit. I am pleased I can show my boys the true beauty in life, what surrounds us everyday, show them how to be strong, show them how to understand their own feelings. Teach them how to stand up against bully’s , yes I was bullied years ago. I say this because my father could not show me these things he found it very difficult showing his sensitive side. He found it difficult to show emotion, to show love, the love and understanding we sometimes need to be shown. He was a young man when he married my mum, I was about a year old I was born from her previous marriage. I never knew my real father nor did I ever feel I wanted to. I am a strong believer that we choose our friends but not our family. Sometimes I felt my dad did not really love me as much as he loved my brother, his real son. We were always arguing, I suppose looking back I was a bit of a rebellious lad. The only time I really saw him show affection was on my engagement night I was eighteen, I had had a skinful and was in a really bad way. I remember he walked me around this big car park, holding me up, looking after me. I remember crouching to the floor and looking up at him, I wanted to tell him I loved him, the words were on the tip of my tongue but I could not say them, then I passed out. I had alcoholic poisoning. The next morning I woke up to a house full of people it was about five thirty, six o’clock, my mum came into me, sat me on my bed and told me my dad had died in the night from a massive heart attack, he was thirty six years old.

It’s funny sitting here in the print room at college makes me think about how I have changed as a person. How we all change as people or maybe we don’t. I have an assessment in one hour and it took me two hours this morning to put up 100 photographs on a wall and install a conceptual piece, but this is about who is Kendo is it not? Well I suppose my art and my work are Kendo.

Over the past five years it’s interesting for me to look back at the many many films I have produced for companies like Private, Playboy, TVX and Daring. I was producing twenty films a year when I signed my exclusive deal with Daring that cut the films produced  to twelve a year. Twelve is a good number as I have two great editors who work on the films and simple mathematics says that if they do six films each that allows them eight weeks per film. Yes we spend eight weeks editing per film we have cut down the edit time from three months, yes three months is what Bondage Thoughts took, to two months per film.

I see how my style has changed over those years and I see how I have evolved. For me it’s more about human chemistry, emotion, the kind of substance that I cannot really write into a script, its rather the baggage, what the model brings with them. How they are feeling that day, have they had an argument or row on the train journey to me, anybody can shoot porn and I mean anybody. I could take any Joe Blog off the street and within a day I could teach them how to shoot porn, anybody, FACT. But shooting chemistry, understanding emotion now that’s a beautiful challenge, especially when you shoot it with a artistic flair. So yes I am interested in shooting beautiful people, and I have said this before but anybody who falls in front of my camera will always be beautiful. I am interested in capturing real chemistry, emotion, beauty and realism in a very artistic way, the sex is purely the vehicle to deliver the REAL essence that I am in tune with, is this a bit deep?.

A couple of years ago I was so bored with shooting my Z1, or more in particular I was so bored with the look I was getting with the Z1 that I put it down, picked up my stills camera and started shooting the rest of the film and that film was Sheer Nylon with my Canon 5DII. I love the shallow depth of field that this camera with a prime lens gives me. It allows me to take the viewer to exactly where I want to take him or her within the field of focus, within my field of focus. Funny but when I started shooting with the 5DII it shot 30 frames per second and it would take us up to two months to convert the footage into the format and codec we needed, that was before we even started editing with it, MAD? Oh yes I have been told that many times.

I always try and push myself when I am shooting a film, when I finish a shoot I am totally exhausted, my brain works like this. We shoot three cameras on a shoot. Each camera is shooting hard then each camera is shooting soft, three at a time, sound confusing? It is a little. Most producers/ Directors  either shoot one camera which shoots hard then soft or they shoot two cameras one camera shoots hard whilst the second shoots soft. So why am I telling you this, not to impress you I don’t really need to do that but rather impress upon you how my brain sees whats going on in front of me, it sees three different images at any one time, it sees how the edit will unfold as the scene is happening, so I am thinking about three different images at any one time and I am also  thinking how they will all cut together at the same time, that’s why I am knackered at the end of a shoot. Oh yes and I only give myself one hour to actually shoot the whole scene, start to finish, one hour.

So about a year ago I had this idea to take our current filming style and cut it to shreds and re edit the film with all the time lines and scenes unfolding together, a spliced film so to speak, well thats what I call it, my editors call it a pain in the arse. I spoke to Lisa my wife about the idea as I do everything, she is the person who talks sense into me and is my best friend, she said to me well this film will either be crap or brilliant. I don’t do crap. So we started to shoot these inter spliced time lines, the first film to have this idea  was Stilettos. I called the film Stilettos as almost a homage to the first film I shot for Private whish was called Stiletto which was nominated for six or eight AVN’s I cannot remember. I thought that when I shot the film for Private it was like a milestone for me and this new shooting style felt the same kind of milestone. A few years ago I told Lisa that I wanted to work for Private and within six months I was. I put so much pressure on my shoulders when I shot Stiletto it was unreal. I shot the film and I decided I wanted to edit the film myself, Private said “no problems Kenny but we won’t pay you for it as you have signed a contract”. I said no problems I wanted, rather I needed to edit that film as I saw it, as I knew it needed to be, when we gave it over to PRIVATE, they said “Kenny from now on you edit your films and we will pay you for it”.

I put the same pressure on myself with Bondage Thoughts. This was the first film I shot for Daring, why do I do this? Why because I care, I care more than anything else, I have a deep deep desire to succeed, to be different, I have a self belief that has to be fed. I have to push myself further than anybody else can push me. Money is not the most important thing to me, the most important thing to me is to create something beautiful and something very different. I believe that there is not one other Adult Film Director who produces the same look as I do and in this industry. That is a massive statement to make. I have created a style that is recognisable instantly, you may or may not like it. I hope you do, but it is a style and it is mine and when we all shoot the same subject matter with pretty much the same kind of cameras to create something unique for me that is a great thing. But I have such a long way to go, but the journey is great and fun.

Wow do I ramble, I don’t even think I have said what  I thought I was going to say when I started writing this blog post, but like I have said before I will write from my heart. I am not a writer and ramblings will be encountered along the way, sorry.

Part 4 next week, have a beautiful week and believe in yourself, because if you don’t why should anybody else – Kendo x

Well firstly thank you so much for all your support and advice on blogging. So to carry on who is Kendo where was I? the only reason I ask that is because at the moment I am sitting in college typing this on my iPad, the iPad 1 I thought the iPad 2 was not going to bring to much to me so I would wait for no3. Anyway I had to bring a large 6ft square painting I had been working on at my film studio in for my assessment which is tomorrow and being at college I can’t get onto the blog as it is restricted being a naughty website I suppose. Let’s see I think I was stripping with twelve hundred screaming women and a lizard called Jakey on my shoulder for company.

So Stripping was one step, be it a big step away from being a pop star or living the life, screaming mad women, drink and drugs, or so I was told by the rest of the strippers I came into contact with, well not that type of contact with. I did learn to enjoy stripping but you do have to have a level of confidence that might usually be hidden away.

One good thing about being in a group was the laughs you had travelling around and maybe I will touch base with the laughs so to speak in another blog.

So freshly out of HMP on the Friday and getting my kit off on the Sunday in London, that Sunday I was trying to get out of London and after great advice from Simon I drove the wrong way over a major bridge, yes and knocked, what did he say “Welcome back to climax” wanker.

Then he hit me with the do you fancy doing a porn film line and he was back in my good books. My first shoot I finished the shoot and thought to myself, how the fuck, sorry every so often I will slip from the queens English into my native southern tongue. How the fuck does anybody do this on a day to day basis, stressful yes, very stressful yes yes yes.

I met the guys at Playboy and they commissioned our first pilot, we shot the pilot and they commissioned another eight films. We shot those and they commissioned sixteen, then thirty we shot around two hundred films for Playboy with me playing the Sex Therapist Neil Down and a fellow strip group member playing my sidekick Phil Mycock. you’ve got it the words were, Hi Neil Down and Phil Mycock, what do you mean corny? Come on we used to take the piss so much out of ourselves dressing up like a couple of idiots that the whole of the British public loved us, even my nan. Well that’s what we kept telling ourselves. We shot a series called So You Wanna Be A Porn Star, that was funny as fuck. That all came about due to me making a mistake with a newspaper advertisement.

Back fifteen years ago there were no model agencies like today, and the models wee not on the whole as good looking as they are today, a lot were fucking mingers to say the least, not all mind. So in my wisdom I decided to place an advert with some newspapers looking for models, but I forgot to put female models required. Yep every man and his dog wanted to be a porn star, and yep every man and his dog thought he could be a porn star, and then when the words ACTION were called the realism there are very very very very very few males who can actually do the job, or do it well.

We shot a series called The Ministry Of Sex, again all about the humour and then it hit me like the man flu that only men get, Boom, like a tonne of bricks, boredom. Yes I got bored, I got bored with shooting the same old gonzo sex, red head lights everywhere the studio looked more like Wembley stadium. If I don’t have a challenge I get bored quick and when that happens I can’t be assed, that’s me. So I had to reinvent me.

I was at Erotica when the reinvention happened. I walked onto a Queensway stand spoke to the guys there about their best selling DVD and they gave me a Tanya Hyde film called Waistland. I took it home watched it and Kendo was born.

I never thought of myself as being into fetish films, it was not so much about the fetish aspect that I loved with this film, rather the stylisation. I loved that, studying Fashion at college for a while before giving it up to peruse my Bodybuilding dream, I had always had a love for style. This was my in, my in to a new look a new beginning and my first film that I shot for about two thousand pounds, Masks The light and The Dark, got nominated for three AVN’s one being Best Cinematography not bad for a film that cost in total what most scenes start at.

Part Three to come next week all about how my style has been honed into what it is now.

Who is Kendo? This question and more importantly the answer to this question has always been the driving force behind me. What am I interested in when I set up my camera, what fuels my creative juices when I say “Action” well what is not important to me is what everybody else is doing, or supposedly doing. But let’s start at the beginning.

I am sure I am like very other male always having a deep fascination with Porn, I remember stealing my dads porn mags only to find he had taken them back the next day, a little awkward to say the least but the fascination was always there.

I suppose my first real steps taken towards who I am now started in a different direction, but then don’t all journeys start that way? I remember watching a film ‘Pumping Iron’ with Arnold Schwarzenegger a bodybuilding movie and thinking to myself that’s what I want to do thats what I want to be, I want to be a competitive bodybuilder. I am sure many men have thought the same thing watching the same movie, the difference with me I suppose is I have a very very competitive nature, my will to succeed and my self belief has always been second to none. Three years after starting bodybuilding I was Junior Mr England, Junior Mr South Britain etc etc etc I competed in thirteen shows and won nine and was in the top three in every show I became that semi professional bodybuilder I always wanted to be with sponsorship, and did I earn money from it, did I buggery not a single penny.

Anyway at the age of twenty I went to work at a local night club, trying to get some money to pay for my enormous food bill. I thought I was going to collect glasses but they took one look at me and said “Underground” this was where all the action happened and when I say action I mean six or seven fights a night, my first night one of the punters actually died at the hands of another doorman. Welcome to my world.

I never have actually worked a nine to five job ever, I have never really worked for anybody apart from myself in one shape or another. I have been to college got my A’levels then worked in the night clubs then moved onto stripping. Yes I was that male stripper in that go go bar, well I was actually in a male revue group. But let’s not jump the gun. I was still doing door work when this guy comes up to me and asks me if I wold be interested in getting into stripping, this was on a Saturday night and the next day I was in his house in front living room learning some crazy cheesy dance moves.

My first ever strip show some two days later after learning the cheesy dance moves and drinking a bottle of wine to try and calm my nerves down I found myself with a small plastic lizard sitting on my shoulder, I think his name was Jakey. I was wearing thigh high leather boots, they were black and flat just encase you ask, I was wearing a leather codpiece it was a little bit sticky and oily and yes I was holding a moody broom stick with leather tassels in my hand. I was dressed up like some kind of wacked out mad max figure with my long curly hair to boot, there were twelve hundred screaming women trying to rip my skin off, you would have thought they had never seen a man before in their life, wow again welcome to my world. Anyway we were stripping some thirty shows a month, manic but great fun and a great bunch of guys.

So what about the Porn job I hear you ask? well it was the same guy, a friend of mine called Simon who had asked me about getting into stripping who had been approached by a company to put a show together for Playboy TV, The Adult Channel to rival the Ben Dover show that was on the TVX channel. I was fresh out of prison had not seen a woman for a while and he asked me if I fancied doing a Porn Film, what do you think I said? hold on I hear you say, prison where did that come from, well yes I was a naughty boy and got four years for admitting to the police I had given a friend a ecstasy tablet, not for monetary gain but social supply and yes I got four years,. It was reduced to two years and I ended up doing a year. Anyway so I was away from the group for a year, I got out of prison and was asked if I wanted to make a porn film, what do you think I said, OH YES.

Not sure if I should go on actually what do you think? Is anybody actually interested in what I am writing? Is it touching you in someway, you know I have never been a writer and this whole blogging thing is new to me, so what do think. Do you want to hear more??

So my first day back at college was interesting to say the least. At the end of last year I was feeling that I was starting to move away from the reason I started the BA course. As you are probably aware, I do have a full time job, I do have a beautiful family with two amazing boys and a stunning wife. I am very lucky in my security which I have created within my work environment. I have never been given anything, I have had no privileged background, no private school, I have made countless mistakes so many its easier to remember the dictionary.I have lost many people in my life, two best friends both dying at thirty nine, anyway thats another blog post, back to college.

I was feeling a bit negative towards the end of last year and at the start of this one that negativity had been changed to a very positive start, knowing exactly what I needed to do and how to get there. I arrived only to find the tutor was going to be an hour late, hey no problems we’re all human. We had our tutorial, quite heated but positive. I waited around to give a fellow student support for a poster presentation she was giving at 1:00pm.

When I arrived at the class where the presentation was being given, I was met by the tutor, I will not give her name. Now, she could have said, “Hello Kenny, how are you today? How was your Christmas and New Year?” she could of said “Thanks for turning up Kenny but, ‘so en so’ has asked for a small group present as she is a little nervous about her presentation, but thank you for your support” She could have said many things instead she said “Hello Kenny what are you doing here!” and went on to say” You are not needed” whilst holding a hand up in a very annoying manner. If I say now that my adrenaline went through the roof and I wanted to rip this tutors head off it will give you an idea of the kind of person I am, manners are everything to me, you do not need to be rude to anybody in life especially when they are giving up their own time to support somebody.

Within two minutes a fellow student had called me expressing her concerns and her amazement at the rudeness of the tutor. I did get an email from the tutor saying sorry if I offended you. I posted on twitter how I was feeling about this matter and somebody got back to me saying how ‘You had to kiss arse and eat shit on these courses’ Well I am not somebody who kisses arse and I certainly don’t eat shit, so I composed an email a few days later to the tutor and this is what it said:

Dear xxx,

I try and follow a few simple ideologies in my life, like sleeping on something before making any rash decisions. I love the idea of writing your anger and concerns in the sand at the waters edge and allowing the tide to wash them away. Well I feel now the tides have washed enough of my angers and concerns away and it’s now time to tell you how I am feeling. You did not offend me on Thursday you were dismissive and rude, just as you were in the lecture theatre and in the print room last year, totally dismissive of ones feelings and very rude. I understand that some personalities just don’t click and I believe that you and I have those personalities. You are the teacher and I am the student, I am there to learn and you are there to teach and that is the end of it, but I am certainly not at college for anyone, student or teacher to be rude to me for no reason whatsoever. I feel there is nothing more to say on this matter.

Regards

Kenny

Remember in life, whatever you ask of it life will willingly pay, you ask to be treated the same as everybody else, then step up and don’t except rudeness or bullying of any kind. You want to succeed in business then do the same, have self belief, have desire and step up to life – Kendo x

So here we go my first blog entry. I think I will just tell you about my day, well my day yesterday. It started just like any other, up at 6:30 am doing my morning chores. I am not sure if I like the word chores it sounds like its a hardship to do them when really it is a pleasure to do them, to help out in a small way when my wife runs the house and runs it so so well. So I done my chores, what do they consist of you might ask, good question I make about six drinks, protein shakes, orange juices, lemon squash, water for Lisa. Our energy drink to give us a kick start, I need that as I don’t drink coffee or tea or any hot drink at all, ever. I then get our two years old breakfast ready, usually peanut butter on toast with a whole banana. Do the washing up and drying up, thats my job permanent all day everyday, Lisa cooks I do the washing and drying up. Feed the marine fish, the three cats we have and then get our babies milk heated for Lisa to feed him, those are my chores everyday of the week three hundred and sixty five days a year and I love it.