If you're terrified of failure, think about this. Can you remember a time in your life where you had nothing but you were really fucking happy?
Because I can. I remember when I was about 19. Me and my best friend used to promote under-18s club events. I used to drive my mum's car around handing out flyers, trying to get people to come.
I had absolutely no money. I probably lived on 20 pounds a week. But I was working towards something. It was just me and my mate, and we were doing whatever the fuck we wanted.
Whenever I think back to that time, I was having so much fun. I was so happy.
So if you've got a memory like that in your head, what the fuck have you got to be afraid of?
If I lost everything tomorrow and I had to start all over again, I don't think I wouldn't be happy.
