Being A Dad - Original Poem by SJones

Being a Dad

Being a dad isn't easy.

I get mad. I get sad.

Changing your bum can test my patience, while you wriggle and twist, cry for Mammy, and somehow find the strength to turn a simple nappy change into an Olympic sport.

I throw myself across the room like a goalkeeper, stopping you from touching the things you shouldn't touch. You don't care. You'll try again anyway. "The switch, Dad. Press it. I like it."

I stop you eating the strangest things. A plastic bag? That Looks delicious.

A door? Mmm that's worth tasting.

A cupboard? Worth slamming.

Again. And again. And again.

You explore the world, with fearless curiosity. I follow behind, trying desperately to keep you alive.

And while you're busy discovering everything, I'm busy questioning everything.

Am I a good dad?

Am I doing enough?

Why didn't I do that? Why don't I do this?

I worry about all the things, I can't teach you.

I can't ride a bike. I'm not sporty.

What good am I to you?

What if other dads are better? Do they feel like this too?

Or am I the only one lying awake, wondering if I'm enough? Sometimes I feel numb. Disconnected. And then comes the guilt.

Why don't I feel closer? Why am I struggling? Do I love my son?

The question hurts, because I already know the answer. Of course I do.

I love you in the way, that makes me worry endlessly.

I love you in the way, that makes me doubt myself.

I love you in the way, that makes me afraid of failing you.

And then you laugh.

I sneeze, and you nearly fall over laughing. I accidentally hit myself on the head with a poster tube, and you're gasping for breath. I fart, and suddenly I'm the funniest person who has ever lived. You point at plugs, with a mischievous smile.

I say no. You grin. I say no again. You grin wider. Eventually you get bored, sit on the floor, and set off to find another adventure.

You are ten months old. You crawl like a rocket. You stop, look over your shoulder, checking if I'm chasing you. And if I am? Turbo mode.

You take a few wobbly steps, and my heart nearly bursts. Ten months old, already doing things I couldn't do at your age.

I bum shuffled. I crawled. I was born with a broken leg. Yet here you are, determined to run before you can walk.

I want to give you everything.

The world. Every opportunity. Every chance to be happy. But the world scares me.

I remember my own childhood.

The bullying.

The anxiety.

The mistakes.

The freedom.

Diving into rivers.

Fishing with friends.

Exploring without fear.

And somewhere along the way, I became more aware, of pain, of consequences, of how fragile things can be.

Now the world feels louder. Faster, Crueler, The internet never forgets. Bullies no longer need a playground. A phone can place the entire world, in a child's pocket, And not all of that world is kind.

I want to protect you from everything. But I know I can't.

One day, you'll have to step into it yourself. And that terrifies me.

Being a dad isn't easy.

There are moments of joy, moments of pride, moments that make my heart soar, But too often, all I hear is my own self-doubt.

The voice asking whether I'm capable of raising this incredible little human.

Then you shout, "Dada!"

And suddenly none of the doubts matter.

Because you don't need a perfect dad.

You just need me.

And every day, I'll keep trying, to be enough.

Men In Black Reboot Movie Idea

MEN IN BLACK: Black Veil

A grounded, horror-driven reboot inspired directly by the original The Men in Black comics less superhero spectacle, more occult conspiracy thriller. Starring John Hamm and Michael B Jordan.

Tone....Think: Se7en meets The X-Files, with flashes of Men in Black dry humor, mixed with cosmic horror and urban paranoia.

Rain-soaked cities. Flickering subway tunnels. Government buildings that feel haunted. Aliens aren’t quirky tourists they’re ancient things hiding behind human skin. The comedy comes from exhausted deadpan agents dealing with insanity like it’s office work.

The Premise

People across major cities begin mutilating themselves after seeing a strange symbol appear in reflections: mirrors, TV screens, subway windows, phone cameras. Witnesses describe “someone standing behind them” that nobody else can see. Entire apartment blocks go silent overnight.

The Men in Black discover the phenomenon is tied to an ancient extradimensional entity called The Hollow Man, a being the MIB buried decades ago beneath New York using occult technology stolen from non-human civilizations. Now the seal is failing.

The Agents

Agent Kay (John Hamm)

Not the warm mentor version.

This Kay is closer to the comics: emotionally deadened, terrifyingly competent, morally compromised, has spent decades covering up horrors. He knows more about the Hollow Man than he admits. He’s been hiding the truth because the original containment required sacrificing civilians. Kay believes humanity survives only through brutal secrecy.

Agent Jay (Michael B Jordan)

A former homicide detective recruited after surviving a supernatural encounter nobody can explain.

Jay is smart, funny, skeptical but the humor is defensive. He uses jokes because the truth is horrifying. Unlike the Will Smith version, this Jay slowly realizes: the MIB are not heroes, memory wiping is abuse, humanity may already be losing an intergalactic war. He starts questioning whether the organization itself is the real monster.

The Horror

The entity doesn’t attack physically at first. It spreads through observation. If you see its true form: your memories become corrupted, people around you forget you exist, reflections move independently, reality subtly changes. Victims begin disappearing from photographs.

One terrifying sequence:

A subway car arrives completely full of silent passengers facing the wrong direction. Every passenger is dead but still blinking.

Another:

Agents raid an apartment where every wall is covered in identical drawings made by a missing child:

a tall faceless figure wearing a black suit.

The Comedy

The humor is sparse and dry.

Examples:

Agents arguing over paperwork while disposing of an interdimensional corpse

Jay discovering the MIB health insurance has a “parasite deductible”

An exhausted alien informant refusing to help because “you humans always unleash ancient gods before elections”

The jokes relieve tension instead of undercutting it.

The Twist

Kay was part of the original operation that imprisoned the Hollow Man in the 1970s.

But the entity was never contained.

The MIB made a deal with it.

In exchange for keeping humanity ignorant, the entity was allowed to quietly feed on erased memories.

Every neuralyzer flash strengthened it.

The entire organization has unknowingly become a machine feeding a cosmic predator.

Kay has known for years.

Final Act

The climax takes place beneath Manhattan in abandoned Cold War tunnels converted into occult containment chambers.

Reality collapses:

impossible architecture

looping hallways

agents forgetting their own names. dead former MIB operatives appearing alive

Jay discovers the only way to weaken the Hollow Man is to expose the truth publicly. Kay believes humanity cannot psychologically survive the truth.

So the final confrontation isn’t just against the creature. It’s Jay vs Kay. Truth vs control. Old ways Vs human ways.

Ending

Jay leaks evidence of extraterrestrial and supernatural existence worldwide. Phones everywhere light up. People finally see what’s been hidden.

The final shot:

Across the world, thousands of reflections smile a half-second too late.

Cut to black.

Tagline

“The universe was never under our control.”

Orange & Blue - Original Poem by SJones

Orange and blue, the colours of a dream. The colours of a hero, who taught a generation, that limits are not walls, but mountains waiting to be climbed.

He began as a child, with dirt on his boots, and wonder in his eyes. The world was vast, filled with mysteries, monsters, and people who would become family.

He fought not for riches, nor crowns, nor glory. He fought because his heart, would not let him stand aside. With every challenge, he grew. With every defeat, he learned. With every friend, he became stronger.

The years passed, and the boy became a man, yet somehow remained the same. Still smiling. Still hungry. Still searching for the next horizon.

When darkness came from the stars, he stood before it, When fear gripped the world, he refused to bend. When others fell, he carried hope upon his shoulders.

He discovered that strength, was not found in fists alone. It was found in sacrifice, In loyalty. In choosing to protect, when running away would be easier. He watched children become heroes. He watched rivals become brothers. He watched enemies become allies.

Time and time again, he proved that kindness, could achieve what anger never could. The battles grew larger. The skies grew darker. The stakes grew higher. Yet so too did the light, that burned within him. For every monster, there was courage. For every tyrant, there was defiance.

For every impossible challenge, there was one more reason to keep going. He fell. He rose. He fell again. And still he rose. Not because he was the strongest, But because he never stopped believing, that tomorrow could be better.

That people could change, That there was always another path. The world called him a legend. A warrior. A champion. But perhaps his greatest power, was something much simpler. He reminded us, that greatness is not inherited. It is earned. 

One step. One choice. One act of courage at a time. And so the years continue. Children become parents. Parents become memories.

Yet the man in orange and blue, still races across our screens, our imaginations, and our hearts. A symbol of perseverance. A beacon of hope.

A reminder that no matter how impossible, the battle may seem, there is always another level to reach. And somewhere inside us all, there remains a child, looking toward the sky, believing they can fly.

GTFM RADIO INTERVIEW

I was on GTFM on the 4th August 2026. 

I was interviewed by Terry Mann all about my debut book; A Man Named Steve.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGu9G6WWgvw

Click the link to LISTEN back to the interview :)

An Interview With Caiman

Before Caiman's last match on Wednesday the 5th August 2026. I asked him for an interview....unfortunately for some reason unknown to me that it did not happen.

Here's how it should have gone down:,

Caiman, first of all thank you for allowing me this interview today. 

For those who don't know the Crocodilian Psycho, tell us more about yourself and the man behind the character.

On August 5th, at Celtic Wrestling’s 100th and final show, The Big Bang 7, you’ll step into the ring for the final time. How does that feel emotionally?

Do you feel any extra pressure knowing this is both your final match and Celtic Wrestling’s final event?

When did you know it was time to step away?

What would the perfect ending look like for you?

Now, looking back on your career, What moment in your career are you proudest of?

Who has been your favourite opponent?

What is the hardest part of being a wrestler people don’t see?

Did wrestling turn out how you imagined when you started?

What sacrifices did you make for wrestling?

Who helped you most during your career?

What’s something you wish fans understood about you?

Is there anything you think you'll miss the most when you retire from in ring competition?

You have built such a strong lasting legacy for those in the UK scene and internationally. Recently I was speaking with WWE and TNA alumnus Mark Andrews, and he spoke very highly about the impact you and Celtic Wrestling had on the South Wales wrestling scene. Hearing things like that, what do you think your legacy is within Welsh wrestling and this company?

How do you want fans to remember you?

What do you hope younger wrestlers learned from you?

Is there one piece of advice you’d give someone starting wrestling today?

What do you think your legacy is in this scene and company?

Who is the hardest hitter you’ve faced?

Is there any funny backstage moments you would like to share? 

Best crowd reaction you ever got?

What's the most painful bump you ever took?

When the bell rings for the final time, what do you think will go through your mind?

If you could speak to the younger version of yourself starting out in wrestling, what would you tell him?

Caiman, a pleasure as always thank you very much for your time. Thank you for everything you’ve done for Celtic Wrestling, Welsh wrestling, and everyone who’s shared a locker room with you. 

It’s been an absolute pleasure. Much love and respect to you always, brother. 

Thanks for reading and joining us today and remember to visit Clwb Crown Merthyr website or venue to get your tickets to One For The Road aka Celtic Wrestling: Big Bang 7