There’s no club better

There’s no club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.

The sad end to the season you’ve had,
you have every reason to feel bad.
But you’re amazing.
I mean it.
The grass ain’t greener elsewhere,
trust me, I’ve seen it.
I’d give everything to support a club like yours,
a team that plays for wins, not uneventful draws.

There’s no club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.
A team with a boss with a fake orange tan.

Your lads wore the stripes with pride this year
and went at League 2 with zero fear.
St. James Park was alive in style
As Tisdale and his staff went the extra mile.
Fourth ain’t first
but it could’ve been worse because

there’s NO club better
than Exeter.
And that’s coming from a Swindon Town fan.
A disappointed mid-table man.
A team with a boss with a fake orange tan.
A side with no defensive plan
or passion or voice within the stands.

Oh my days I’ll do whatever I can
to become a wonderful, brave, loyal,
handsome, awesome old Grecian.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

Grieving for a Stranger

When a public figure dies, social media tributes pour out from fans.

Over a short amount of time, these tributes can often be met with cynicism. They can be met by people claiming that other’s expressing their grief are “attention seeking” or that they’re “making it about themselves”.

Sometimes, of course, that might be true. But it doesn’t make it a bad thing.

Yes, we don’t know celebrities on a personal level, but the only connection we have with them is how they make us feel through their work. So when something happens to them, outside of sparing thoughts for their loved ones, of course our minds are going to think about how it affects us personally.

After all, the relationship has always been a one-way street. So, if we’re allowed to love them, admire them, worship them, take meaning from them, then we’re also allowed to grieve for them. In any way we choose.

When I received a text yesterday morning asking if I’d heard that Frightened Rabbit frontman Scott Hutchison had gone missing, I cried in the middle of a professional networking event.

I spent the rest of the day checking the news every 30 minutes to see how the search for him was going.

When the news came in today of his death, I was inconsolable.

It left me thinking about the many drunken Frightened Rabbit gig hugs I’ve shared with my best friend over the years.

It left me thinking about what his lyrics mean to me.

It left me thinking about when my uncle went missing and was found dead after completing suicide.

It left me thinking about the darkest times I’ve had with depression.

It left me thinking about the painful, traumatic, but ultimately freeing day that I finally told my fiancée about the suicidal feelings I experience.

It left me thinking I shouldn’t keep those suicidal feelings a secret anymore, because the more we talk about mental health – all of us – and the more accepting we are of its complexities, the more comfortable people like Scott Hutchison will feel to speak openly and know that suicide does not have to be the inevitable end, and the closer society will come to be able to offer the right support for people.

In living, Scott, to me, was a musician who poured his heart into his profession. He was the creator of some of my favourite songs, my favourite live music memories and was a vocal proponent of the importance of hope.

In dying, Scott will still be all those things, but now he’ll also be a sad reminder for me to keep talking about my mental health. No matter how difficult I find it.

For anyone struggling with today’s news, you’re not alone. Even if it feels like you are.

Hug a loved one, chat to a stranger online, or check out any of these wonderful organisations. People want to listen, I promise.

Stay open, stay safe.


© Carl Burkitt 2018

Add Some Theatre to Dull Work Situations with Current WWE Entrance Themes

In professional wrestling, entrance themes are used to add drama, intensity, comedy, flair and provide an insight into the personality of the man or woman making their way to the ring.

They’re ridiculous. And I love them.

Forget that they’re made for scary looking people pretending to fight, some of them are just bloody great songs that can put dramatic punctuation marks on your daily working life.

So, whether you like wrestling or not, I urge you to listen to these tracks, chuck them on your phone and blast them out throughout the day to bring drama to boring work situations.

1. Booby Roode – Glorious

Perfect for: When you’re absolutely starving the day before payday and plan to eat the dog-end of a loaf of bread for lunch, but then find a fiver in your pocket…

2. Bray Wyatt – Live in Fear

Perfect for: When you climb into the shower on a dark, winter’s Monday morning, preparing for a day filled with meeting after meeting…

3. Samoa Joe – Destroyer

Perfect for: When the IT team asks “have you tried turning it off and on again?”…

4. Sami Zayn – World’s Apart

Perfect for: When you kick the office door down on a Friday night and skank home with your top off…

5. Finn Balor – Catch Your Breath

Perfect for: When you’re smashing your head against an Excel spreadsheet all morning and someone gives you a formula that will cut your workload in half…

6. Noam Dar – Weekend Rockstar

Perfect for: When you throw a balled up piece of waste paper cleanly into a bin that’s more than 10 feet from you, using only your peripheral vision to see and then calmly return to typing your emails without acknowledging how great it was…

7. No Way Jose – No Way

Perfect for: When the boss asks if you’re free to come in for a few hours on Saturday…

8. The Brian Kendrick – Man With a Plan

Perfect for: When the senior team don’t listen to your “junior” ideas for weeks and weeks only for them to hit a dead end the night before a deadline and call you in for help…

9. The Revival – Southern Proud

Perfect for: When you’re asked in a one-to-one to provide a compelling case as to why you deserve a pay rise…

10. Bayley – Turn It Up

Perfect for: When you can’t hold on to your Friday morning hangover poo any longer and are forced to go in a busy toilet, however it slides out with no noise, no stains, no floater, no stench and you leave without a trace…

11. Alesteir Black – Root of All Evil

Perfect for: You’re packing up to clock off for the day and your boss says that you need to stay late because they “have to shoot off early but this report really needs to get finished, cheers mate, I owe you one”…

12. Enzo Amore – SWAFT

Perfect for: When you’re walking into a huge conference room to network with hundreds of people smarter, funnier and better looking than you…

© Carl Burkitt 2018

Working from home

A couple of months ago my depression came back with a real bang. A proper wallop right across the bonce.

For me, depression does not just bring a deep, seemingly irremovable sadness painted across the surface of everything I enjoy and love, it also brings with it a rage. A rage pointed directly at me. Me and my actions. My failings. My thoughts. My feelings. My response to others. And on and on and on and on until it culminates in me physically harming myself.

It’s rubbish.

During this recent bout, work was becoming a mountain that not only I was physically unable to climb, but one I just couldn’t be arsed to even strap up my boots for. And that was upsetting, because I love my job. I get to play with words and ideas and it varies from day to day.

I’m also very fortunate to work with passionate, intelligent people determined to produce good work, while not stepping on others in the process. And it was this compassionate side that helped me at my worst.

My line-manager started to notice I wasn’t doing too well – I tend to wear exhaustion quite visibly under my eyes! – and asked me how things were going. I chatted and he listened and I cried and he took me seriously. Eventually we spoke to my department’s head who instantly said: “We’ll do whatever we can to make things easier for you at work. Shall we have a think?”

Unbelievable. Not only was I being given the opportunity to alter my working day to make things easier, I was doing it as a part of a team. During a time when thinking clearly was the hardest thing in the world, my boss was sharing the responsibility of coming up with a solution and not leaving it up to me.

The solution we came to was me working from home on Tuesdays.

It might sound like a simple thing, but I think Tuesdays have saved my life.

It was suddenly no longer just the second day of the week. It was one day a week I didn’t have to ridicule myself for not being able to peel my lead-weight limbs off my bed at 7am. A day I could have poached eggs as I read my emails. A day I didn’t have to go and have a 10-minute talk to myself in the work loos after feeling inconsolable because I didn’t like the tone I used when speaking to someone. A day I didn’t have to speak to anyone! A day when if I was struggling to complete a project I didn’t have to pretend I was fine, I could swear and shout and huff and puff. A day when I could worry about myself, without worrying about others.

Sure my depression still comes and goes and sometimes it even appears on a Wednesday or a Thursday – Tuesdays are great, but not magic – however just knowing there’s a day that I can nurture my wellbeing and be a little selfish is so, so useful.

And the only way they’ve been possible is a simple case of a handful of people at work being understanding, compassionate and human. I might never become a manager in my career but if I do, I’ve got some wonderful examples to learn from.

© Carl Burkitt 2017


To celebrate World Mental Health Day I’m selling poems for just a ONE POUND donation to Rethink Mental Illness. It can be about ANYTHING you want, for ANYONE you like. Just ask. Email or Tweet @CarlBurkitt.

Here are some examples I’ve done in the past to whet the whistle.

The Wrestler – A Nine-Year-Too-Late Review

Yesterday, Tuesday 22nd August 2017, I watched The Wrestler for the countless time – nine years after it was released.

Here’s what I thought…

  • Bleak
  • Randy the Ram, The Ayatollah, Billy Bob Banjo, Mr Magnificent: This film has nailed 1980’s wrestler names
  • I will never, ever, ever have even half as good a body that 55-year-old Micky Rourke has in this film
  • Bleak
  • Micky Rourke’s Wikipedia page has a section called “Dogs”, which discusses how many dogs he has and how much he loves his dogs. It’s five paragraphs long.
  • Bleak
  • I’d always heard of the name “Necro Butcher”, but never realised it was the ridiculous chap who fights Randy the Ram in this messy hardcore match
  • Bleak
  • Todd Barry can play an absolute bellend to perfection
  • Bleak
  • I’d watch a two hour film of just Micky Rourke serving people at a deli counter
  • Oh God, the hand
  • Cesaro!
  • Bleak

© Carl Burkitt 2017


Chef – A Three-Year-Too-Late Review

Yesterday, Tuesday 8th August 2017, I watched Chef for the second time – three years after it was released.

Here’s what I thought…

  • John Favreau is a joy
  • John Favreau’s character has cool tattoos
  • John Favreau’s character is called Carl
  • I’m called Carl
  • Scarlett Johansson is in this film
  • Angry Dustin Hoffman is adorable
  • I might buy the soundtrack
  • Name me a poor Oliver Platt performance. GO ON!
  • John Favreau loves food and cooking so much he wrote, directed and starred in a film about food and cooking so that he could learn how to cook food to a 5 star standard. Genius. What would I do that with? Wrestling, probably. Or calligraphy. We’ve been waiting for a good calligraphy film since The Pillow Book in 1996. Haven’t seen it.
  • I think I have hair like John Favreau
  • Scarlett Johansson saying: “Carl, you’ve been miserable ever since I’ve known you” weirdly made me a little sad
  • Robert Downey Junior
  • I’ve bought the soundtrack

© Carl Burkitt 2017


Not guilty pleasures

I’ve been reading a lot about the idea of guilty pleasures recently. Specifically, how dangerous that phrase is to our self-expression.

In his blog post No More Guilty Pleasures!, Austin Kleon sums it up nicely:

“We all love things that other people think are garbage. You have to have the courage to keep loving your garbage, because what makes us unique is the diversity and breadth of our influences, the unique ways in which we mix up the parts of culture others have deemed ‘high’ and the ‘low.'”

As does the quote he includes from Dave Grohl:

“I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ ‘Toxic.’ It is cool to like Britney Spears’ ‘Toxic’! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it!”

I’m as guilty as anyone for judging what others like to do, eat, watch, wear, whatever, and I work very hard to stop and keep an open mind.

And I’m definitely more guilty at hiding what I think are my guilty pleasures, through fear of looking silly. Something I feel often leaves me feeling very low and exhausted.

Not embracing who you are because what you think other people might think of you will, in my opinion, stop, or slow you down, from reaching your full potential.

So, I thought I’d end that by sharing four things I love and don’t give a fuck if you think are stupid.

1. Peperami Hot

Peperami hot

Salty. Tangy. Meaty. Scrummy. Shove them in my big fat tummy.

The marketing department at Peparami got it spot on with their old slogan: It’s a bit of an animal. Genius. Albeit disgusting.

I don’t know what’s in it and I’m aware I probably don’t want to know what’s in it. But I love nothing more than eating them after exercise or as a post work snack. I’ve even been known to have a couple for breakfast.

I plan to go vegetarian as of January 2018 (no matter how much I love the taste of meat, I’m struggling more and more to shake the sadness I feel when doing so) therefore the rest of this year will probably be a Farewell Peperami Hot festival.

2. Professional Wrestling

Daniel Bryan

I’ve hidden this one for years, from almost everyone I know.

I love watching professional wrestling.

Be it WWE, NXT, WCPW or PROGRESS. I love it. The artistry, panto drama, genuine feats of life-threatening athleticism, narrative arcs and wholehearted nonsense. I can’t get enough of it and consume as much as possible.

Every week I listen to Chris Jericho’s podcast, Stone Cold Steve Austin’s podcast (both the clean and the unleashed versions), Jim Ross’s podcast, the Tuesday Night Jaw podcast, Wade Keller’s podcast, Colt Cabana’s Art of Wrestling podcast, the Pro Wrestling Torch Livecast, Morgan Webster’s Wrestling Friends podcast and Something to Wrestle with Bruce Prichard.

I watch every monthly WWE pay per view event. If I’m alone and have a spare half hour I’ll scour through my £9.99 a month WWE Network subscription for a match from the past. I’ll use the same Network to watch Tuesday night’s 205 Live and Wednesday’s NXT.

I don’t have Sky Sports so don’t get to watch as much Monday Night Raw or Tuesday’s Smackdown Live as I’d like, but I read the reports the first thing I wake up the morning after and catch up on the WWE YouTube channel later that afternoon.

I also use YouTube to watch a minimum of five wrestling vlogs a day on WhatCulture Wrestling’s channel. A channel that in the last year has set up it’s on promotion, WCPW, whose events I watch as much as possible as they showcase some of the best wrestlers in Britain and around the world. The same wrestlers who also perform at PROGRESS, in my opinion the best independent promotion in England. Their shows in Balham and Tufnell Park are an absolute joy.

My cupboard currently has seven wrestling t-shirts in it, my bookshelf has multiple wrestling books and magazines on it. I’m even in a Whatsapp group with several strangers where we all predict the results of all WWE pay per views – the person with the most points after Wrestlemania gets to hold a replica Intercontinental Championship until the next year.

I’m a nerd. And I love it.

3. David Gray’s White Ladder Album

Released in 1998, I must’ve cried over 100 times listening to This Year’s Love as an unlucky-in-love teen.

Sail Away With Me is an absolute tune.

To this day I still enjoy very little more than mimicking how he says “baaaabyloooon”.

4. Love Island 2017

Love island

I work at a mental health charity. I’m surrounded by emotionally intelligent, articulate, wonderful people. I consume difficult, challenging content and stories throughout my day and meet individuals who have been through more than you could imagine. When I get home of an evening I’m often rather drained and need a switch off. A dumb down.

I’d love to say that’s the reason I enjoyed watching Love Island 2017, but if I’m honest, I just loved the trashiness of it.

If you didn’t watch it: basically, 11 straight singletons were put in a villa in Spain with the hope to find love. Over the course of seven weeks, people left and people came in with loads of horrible flirting, sexual activity and foul language taking place.

It was on six nights a week and I watched every episode. 42 episodes.

I probably wouldn’t hang out with anyone who was on that show if I met them, but I sure as hell was drawn in by all the jibberish they got up to. Seeing someone enter with the big ‘I am’ and coming on to anything that was near them, to ultimately watch them crumble under the constant emotional scrutiny was absolutely fascinating.

Applications for next year have opened. Go on, I’d love to watch you graft someone.

© Carl Burkitt 2017