Confession #1

Nervous Email!

‘The first time I got the chance to write a bio of my self to a prospective contact, I got really nervous and ended up writing a 1200 word narrative of my life! If I had relaxed myself before I wrote the message and called some friends, I could have avoided the whole situation!’




Recently, Confessions of a Hollywood Nobody hit 800 followers! Thank you so much to everyone who has followed, you have made this a genuinely wonderful experience! I now feel that is is time for me to unroll my secondary intention for this blog, as is suggested in it’s title… ‘Confessions’!

Now, I know what you’re thinking – don’t think that – I’m not interested in embarrassing nights of passion or spurious name dropping – what I want is this:

I’m interested in cautionary tales. I want people to write in, describing a way that they have been duped when young and naive, or made an error when, at the time thinking it was the right thing to do. Or anything really! A confession about your experiences in life.  And I would like you to tell me what you learned from it.

All posts will, of course, be anonymous. Though, if you would like, you can leave your name and contact information, and can leave it open for people to contact you about it!

Please try and keeps posts nice and short (probably 150-300 words) and please don’t mention names (unless you have changed them!).

If this works, then it has the potential to create a wonderful tapestry of peoples experiences, of warnings and of encouragement! I do hope that people contribute, and look forward to reading what people send in!

If you’d like to submit something, then please fill out the form here 🙂

Alternatively, if you would like to email me directly, you can reach me at:

What Really Matters?

I keep seeing posts on Instagram and Twitter and…  you know what, I’m just going to say ‘on social media’ to save me from getting carpel tunnel. These posts are ones that, perhaps,  at the beginning of time, when they were first posted (that is of course assuming the revisionist theory that time began on March 12th, 1989) seemed original and interesting, but since then have become mass shared, boring and largely (maybe) useless. 

I am talking, of course, about posts like this:





Now… inherently, I don’t entirely disagree with this message. But I do have one big problem with it. Who are they to tell us how to live a meaningful life? What we should care about?  Are there people who live meaningful lives outside of these guidelines? Of course there are! Or there aren’t… depending, presumably, on who you ask. 

These posts, I think, are perfectly harmless, unless you start to believe them. The idea that you would change the way you live your life because some ‘celebrity’ tells you to is seems silly.  

An interesting way, I think to go about the whole ‘I need inspiration’ phenomena, is to do this:

Imagine you live in a world where at the end of your life all evidence that you ever existed is destroyed (not families, of course, this is a hypothetical world, not a futuristic dystopia). The only thing you leave behind is a piece of A4 paper. What you write on this paper is entirely up to you, but it is now your life will be remembered. 

What would you write on that piece of paper? Would it be your career? Your friends, your family? 

That, I think, is the best way to clarify the main things in your life. Then too that list apply ‘fucking hard work’ and you may just see things work out 😛 

Have a great day 🙂 



Good News, Bad System

My initial ‘LA aim’ was a simple one – to stay here.

Well… maybe simple is a slight understatement, but it was clear, understandable.

Regrettably, however, the lines have recently become blurred. Things have become rather more complicated.

So, here is the good news, to start off with… I GOT A SCHOLARSHIP!

I was/have been offered a scholarship to the school I was studying, which, I am of course, thrilled about!

Now here comes the bad news. It is worth $15000. The fact that the bad news is bad news is, really, really bad news.

I could quite happily (fairly happily) live for a year on $15000. Out here, it will do just that… cover my living costs. The cost of the course itself is double that, and can even go to triple if the projects I choose to pursue are expensive.

Who can afford that?

I grant that some may be fortunate enough to be able to pay, and some may have saved for years and years, putting money into a ‘college fund’ for their kids, but really, honestly, isn’t that a but much?

In believe that education is a fundamental human right, like the freedom of speech, and (dare I say it… Healthcare).

I believe that all of these things should be free. If it takes you until you are 45 to pay off your student loans, or for your parents/supporters to recover from the financial implications, then what is the point of college, of university (I’m English, sorry!).

Healthcare, I will go into a some point in the future, but I am a strong advocate for it being free (I have previously been admitted to hospital in a very bad way, and have had been able to be seen immediately for free on the NHS – I am a direct benefactor of the system) but I would like to suggest a different way of paying for university.

I recognize that universities need money to be able to provide the service that they do – that’s logical. For Harvard University, with an endowment of well over $30 billion, to still charge $45000 per year is not. So I suggest this: I tax levied on future earnings of students having graduated from university.

This idea is bound to be met with some criticism, and of course there are many issues which arise from it, but as a general idea, I think it is an interesting one.

For one, it does not punish unsuccessful graduates – in fact, those who are initially unsuccessful are more likely to be able to become successful, as they are not shackled by student debt.

Secondly, it encourages universities to really work hard on their students – if they want to reap the rewards, they need to put the effort in on their end.

Lastly, it levels the playing field. Students would no longer be dissuaded from applying to top universities due to fees (and yes, so do offer financial aid, but they are in a minority). So big up meritocracy!

I would love to hear your thoughts on this issue! Do you have student loan debt? Do your children? Let me know in the comments below 🙂

As for me, I think I’ll be heading back to the UK, and looking for a job in London. My aims and goals remain much the same, I’ll just have to work all that much harder 😛 In the meantime, I am going to make some more ‘When Objects Come Alive’ videos.

I have also started a second blog based on two characters, ‘John’ and ‘Zack’. It is largely a comedy/satire blog. So check it out if you’re interested in such articles as ‘Is Barack Obama a Mexican Spy?’ and many more!

Thank you for your continued support 🙂

Have an awesome day, GH 🙂

Question of the Day

I have been debating a question with friends for the past week, but I really wanted to open it up to see what everyone else thinks!

I would be fascinated to know peoples answer to this. It is my hope that some sort of debate takes place in the comments, and I would love to get involved if this does take place.

The question is this: If somebody was to discover the meaning of life, would you want to know what it was? If you did know, would that change the way you lived your life, and, if so – would it be changed for better or worse? 

I hope everyone is having a great day, and I can’t wait to hear what you have to say 🙂

With love!

Guy Hugo

Knowingly Unknowing

The more I think about it, the less certain about things I get. I don’t know anything. We as human beings actually know very little. We trust in medicine because it has had a positive effect on somebody else. We don’t know whether it will help us, we just hope. We have ‘faith’. Whatever the hell that means. 

I have stumbled across something recently which has helped me greatly through my existential crisis (crises – they happen about twice a week). I call it, ‘positive choices’. The guy who thought up names was away, apparently. 

Basically, I reason it like this: if I can’t really know much, then there is one thing I can, nay, must know. And that is myself. Actually, no that is a bad way of putting it. I must know my decisions… yes, I think that’s it. I must trust myself to know my decisions.

We can own every decision we make. We are, as human beings, given free will… or at least, the possibly illusory ability to make our own choices. So, I think we should put that to good use. If we actively choose the best decision for ourselves and our families/friends each time we make a decision (or at least, consider the Utilitarian mantra ‘the greatest amount of good for the greatest number’) then we own our own choices – we know that we are making positive choices that are furthering us in our lives. 

Because that is all we really know. When we are given a choice, we know that there is a good choice, and we know there is a bad. Most of the time we will chose the good over the bad. But sometimes, we will let ourselves slip. Not taking a great opportunity to grow a budding romance, letting our choices be directed by our friends/acquaintances who are, in reality, transitory, but who seem to us so essential. 

So I have made the decision, the positive decision, I truly believe, to make positive decisions with regards to my life. (Didn’t really roll of the tongue (page) did it!)

If I know that at every different point, I am trusting myself and owning my decisions, then even in a world where I know very little, I have the ability to know myself. I know that every decision I make is elevating myself to the next level of ‘being’ (or whatever you want to call it). 

You can go through life full of confusion about the world around you, and trust that you are doing everything you know to help you to succeed. To flourish. Knowledge, even in the face of the unknown.