Think Like A Monk by Jay Shetty review


By Alistair Hendrie

“You’re either a doctor, a lawyer or a failure,” Jay Shetty once quipped, discussing the expectations of Indian parents. You wonder how Shetty’s parents reacted, then, as their son threw himself into Cass Business School in London, performed a U-turn to become a monk, then became of the most successful YouTubers in the world. Shetty has found his niche speaking on purpose, detachment, happiness, and service, and boasts 4 million YouTube subscribers. 10 million follow him on Instagram, while 28 million soak up his Facebook posts. Not quite a lawyer but a success nonetheless. 

A book was inevitable given Shetty’s three years at a monastic ashram in India and his public speaking engagements at business conferences and leadership events the world over. Think Like A Monk brings that together by detailing Shetty’s growth as a monk, while also offering practical advice on how to live a happier, calmer life. 

Key to this, the book reveals, are three pillars: peace, love, and understanding. Shetty believes relationships are one of the surest routes to that triumvirate. For instance, his monk teacher Sunata told him we shouldn’t label others at their worst moments. We should instead remember the good they do and take their actions into context. In any interaction, we must ask ourselves: “Were they frustrated? Exhausted?” After all, Shetty admits we all talk out of turn thanks to our “monkey mind.” 

The Londoner, who refers to texts such as the Bhagavad Gita, writes eloquently and vividly about how his mind played tricks on him when he tried to connect with his fellow monks. Would they look down on him? Worse still, would they judge him? The idea that a monk would criticise anyone might seem ludicrous, but Shetty recalls how much pressure he put on himself. 

“God, I hate this, it’s so difficult,” he writes, remembering a meditation session with the monks. “I’m supposed to be bringing awareness to my breath, but I keep thinking about my friends in London … In my frustration, my ego spoke up: I wanted to be the best meditator, the smartest person at the ashram, the one who made an impact.” There it was again, Shetty’s “monkey mind” racing ahead and jumping to conclusions. 


Those vulnerable moments are what make the book special. There may be an image of Shetty as an impenetrable force, a portrait of Zen, but he reveals his anxieties with clarity and humility. His emotions can get ahead of him. He describes the mind as a chariot and the senses as horses, bucking and thrusting to veer off in different directions. 

We’ve all felt a little out of place, as if we’re doing something incorrectly, but Shetty implores us to “walk towards fear … You’ve got to recognise fear. I see you, fear. I see you, pain.” Indeed, the book describes fear as an abstract entity, allowing us to detach and disidentify with feelings of unease. 

Shetty asks why we run from fear and avoid solving problems head-on. He wants us to widen our lens and observe with perspective. One of the book’s arguments states how if a fire alarm went off, we wouldn’t stroll through the billowing flames, reach up and remove the battery, so why do we abstain from solving problems in relationships, work, and home life? 

Gratitude is a theme in Think Like A Monk, too. In the ashram Shetty would begin each morning lying on a flimsy mat, face down, giving thanks for the earth beneath him, the air around him, and the sky above him. He believes gratitude can come from small joys. A thankyou note. A quirky piece of fruit. A flower you’ve never noticed before. 



After all, if you appreciate what you have and what you see, you’ll gain happiness through what is, rather than cradling disappointment because of what you lack. The author’s idea that “happiness comes from within” follows on from this. 

Inner harmony is difficult to obtain, though, and Shetty admits some of his points can appear “woo-woo.” There’s the added barricade that Shetty is a walking, talking contradiction. He writes about thinking like a monk, yet he’s rich, dresses resplendently, and lives in LA where he rubs shoulders with Eva Longoria and the Kardashians. You might wonder why we should listen to him. What would he know? How much can a social media frontrunner understand about our struggles and insecurities? 

Well, perhaps we should respect Shetty even more for giving up monkhood - he did all he could to engross himself in the monk lifestyle, but in the end it wasn’t for him. Sure, he grew his hair again, ditched the robes, but he practices what he preaches. Who are we to criticise? He supports charities. He strives to boost our wellbeing. 

Indeed, towards the end of Think Like A Monk, he states the utmost purpose in life is to serve others. This could be anything. Selling fruit. Driving an Uber. Forming the next Spotify or Netflix. And there in a roundabout way is Shetty’s emphasis on relationships. We must do things for other people. We must serve others. It’s here that he recites ones of his favourite quotes, taken from his monk master, Gauranga Das: “Plant trees under whose shade you do not plan to sit.” If catering for others is life’s most noble act, Shetty is doing just fine for now.

How To Kill Your Family by Bella Mackie review


By Alistair Hendrie

In 2018, Bella Mackie made a name for herself with her debut book, Jog On: How Running Saved My Life. Part-memoir, part-ode to the benefits of running, Mackie described how pounding the streets helped her overcome feelings of anxiety and an attachment to her sofa. She earned rave reviews. She led The Sunday Times bestseller list. To top it off, she wrote with wit and honesty. Now, though, she turns the tables with her first novel. 

How To Kill Your Family tells the story of a young woman who aims to kill off her father’s side of the family, seeking revenge against her father who left her now-deceased mother before she was born. It’s a world away from Jog On. It’s full of ink-black humour, resounding cynicism, and none of the triumphant vibes of Mackie’s first effort. Additionally, none of the characters are particularly likeable.

Our anti-hero and serial killer-in chief is Grace Bernard, who writes from prison about her killings after she was arrested for a murder which she in fact didn’t commit. Grace rails in particular against her estranged multi-millionaire father, Simon Artemis, who personifies the themes of misogyny and white male privilege which run through the book. Grace describes Simon’s “horrible flashy clothes” and smarm, as well as stating that she realised that women were pushed below men in social hierarchy “before she could talk.” 


It’s difficult to tell whether or not we’re meant to root for Grace. She shuns those who try to help her, holds little direction in her personal life and carries herself with unencumbered arrogance. Moreover, she seems to have given up on life and describes each of the following as boring: teenagers, funerals, Freud, Tripadvisor, small talk, and many, many more. Mackie labours the point by harping on about Grace’s anhedonia. It becomes a little one-paced. 

Grace finds solace in feminist literature, and in among the references to the #MeToo movement, she describes Donald Trump as an “orange moron.” How, Grace asks, did Hilary Clinton refrain from killing Trump during the 2017 election? After all, Grace believes murdering people “relaxes one far more than plain old nostril breathing.” 

Of course, one thing the main character does enjoy is getting her own back on her family. She wants nothing to do with the wealth, luxuries and business success which the Artemises enjoy. “I am strengthened by what I do,” she says. “I was eliminating a toxic group of people from society. A family who’d done nothing but take what they could get for themselves, and treat other people with disdain.” 

Two of the murders stand out. Grace hangs her naked uncle in a sex club, as all along she adopts new identities and keeps a low profile. Anxiety pulses off the page as Grace coaxes uncle Lee into a dingy, darkened room with chains hanging from the ceiling. Even Gaspar NoĆ© would be proud of that level of smut. Earlier, Grace drugs her half-brother Andrew with frog serum. By duping men with the promise of sex and drugs, she redresses the gender balance one Artemis at a time. 


Despite the bloodlust and gender battles, there’s plenty of comedy. Grace’s chavvy cellmate Kelly is all “babe” and “darlin’” and harbours dreams of undergoing breast enhancements upon her release. One scene depicts her “wheezing” on the toilet after sampling the prison’s chilli con carne for the umpteenth day in a row. Also, when working in marketing at Artemis Holdings, Grace riffs on the “obese web designer” who “ate instant soup with the same plastic spoon every day for a year.” 

While How To Kill Your Family is an entertaining read, the plot is a little thin. Early on, it’s obvious that the book will be an elementary series of murders, and we experience very little jeopardy until the last act. At this point, another one of Simon’s estranged children enters the mayhem and flips the script on Grace. Mackie announced that she will release another chapter of the book in April, so it will be intriguing to see how Grace, normally so clinical, tackles this new curveball. 

High on intrigue yet flimsy on narrative, another hiccup is Grace’s time in prison. What use does it hold for the story, if for anything other than to serve the book’s non-linear structure? Grace’s acquittal and release is glossed over as a non-event. Essentially, someone finds CCTV footage and that’s that. Furthermore, Grace is full of contradictions. She “didn’t care for Lee” yet describes murdering him as “painstaking.” 

Mackie’s first foray into fiction is a bit of a mess, sometimes lacking an anchor to tie everything together. Still, nothing is straight-forward in Grace’s world. Her life is entangled and her relationships are wobbly. Like many others in the book, there are layers to her character and she’s authentic and vulnerable. Thankfully for Mackie, the flawed psyches and moral dilemmas she presents stay in the memory longer than a series of oversights in the plot.

Before & Laughter: A Life-Changing Book by Jimmy Carr review


By Alistair Hendrie

For the last twenty years Jimmy Carr has left stand-up audiences stunned and aching for breath by riffing on every one of our taboos. He once performed in front of the Queen – “call me ‘Mr Carr,’” he joked – and reels off around 200 gigs a year. As such, he’s often praised for his work ethic, reliability on stage and flair for dark comedy. Yet we’ve never known who Carr is beyond his ice-cold one-liners and brutal put-downs. Until now. 

Before & Laughter: A Life-Changing Book uncovers a vulnerable side of Carr as he takes us through his dyslexia diagnosis, losing his mother at 25 and waking up suffering panic attacks after his tax evasion scandal in 2012. The book shows Carr as someone who wants to own his mistakes and accept failure as part of growing as a person and learning his craft. 

However, Carr, an avid reader of self-help books, writes as much about the reader as he does about himself. Early on, he states: “I landed from space in a cornfield … That’s me … But who are you? Go ahead, answer.” Taking inspiration from writers such as Malcolm Gladwell and Daniel Kahneman, Carr taps into our psychology and asks us which moments we like ourselves best in and what we want from life, as well as telling us how to find our “edge.” According to Carr, “edge” is the niche which we’re passionate about that we can specialise in. Essentially, the thing we can offer which nobody else can do better. 


The themes of self-help in the book are laden with lovely terms such as “cracking codes” and finding “flow,” something which Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi has written about at great lengths. The book describes how we all have something we can excel at, and that a lot of the time, we don’t know the kind of “magic” we hold in ourselves. At which point you must ask yourself, is Carr stating that we take our skills for granted? Do we lie dormant because we’ve gotten used to our traits? “You have no idea what you’re capable of because no one does,” he argues. 

The pacing of the book is punchy, sharp, and quick: just like Carr’s stand-up. Chapters are short, and there’s a lot of them – 26 in total. Carr claims he didn’t learn to read or write until he was 11 – perhaps his dyslexia caused him to struggle – so it’s a feat of effort and excellence that he’s written a book at all. One of the most poignant passages comes as he discusses the terror and anxiety he felt at having to read aloud at school. “I hated being asked,” he said, describing it as “obvious to everyone” that he couldn’t read. 

Much of Carr’s development as a reader and writer came from poring through his Collins dictionary during his childhood. Nowadays Carr is such an erudite speaker with a flair for wordplay and imagery. “For me, writing is the job,” he says. “Writing is the gym and performing is the cookie jar. Performing is the reward.” 


The book reveals Carr’s passion for stand-up but also his grief at losing his mother to pancreatic cancer. He lost his “surrogate partner,” as well as relinquishing his “sense of purpose” within his family.” He says stand-up helped him because the persona he wanted to convey had to be bigger than the grief and sorrow he was feeling. Laughter helped, too. Performing soothed him. It’s interesting that Carr’s subjects of jokes – rape, paedophilia and murder to name a few – are so dark. He has seen the bleakest moments that life has to offer, and now finds that the release of serotonin through laughter provides his own form of therapy. 

Another one of Carr’s darkest moments came in 2012, when he was discovered to be using the alleged K2 tax avoidance scheme. Although he realises the error of his ways – he repaid HMRC as quickly as he could – he reveals: “I wake up to a panic attack every morning … around 5am.” The camaraderie and kinship within comedy is evident here as we learn of how James Corden helped Carr through his shame. Carr is unanimous in his regret and apologies, but a lot of readers might think it’s short-sighted that he then writes a section on financial advice. Really, Jimmy? 

Throughout Before & Laughter, Carr never drops his fervour and one more highlight is a rant against career coaches – who are they to tell us what to do anyway? Other elements of the book are a love letter to the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, and a story of Carr attempting to play matchmaker between Prince Harry and Cheryl Tweedy. At its core it’s a book with heart and soul, and Carr comes across as someone who was born to be a globe-leading stand-up. “The problem with loving doing stand-up is that work is more fun than fun,” he says. “Would I like to perform in front of thousands of laughing people or … or what? I don’t need to hear the other options. I’ll take option one.”

Is Jon Jones welcoming the role of the heel?


By Alistair Hendrie

In an episode of UFC Unfiltered in January, 24-year-old UFC lightweight Bryce Mitchell said his momentary Twitter ban – put in place “a few years before” he joined the UFC – left him feeling liberated. He was banned for criticizing the US government and revealed that nowadays he ignores abuse, trolls, and drama when scrolling through social media, preferring to concentrate on simple pleasures such as training, fishing, and playing video games.

The Arkansas prospect appeared on the podcast only 18 months into his stint with the UFC yet came across as a grounded and humble character, but that’s in contrast to the UFC light heavyweight champion and 12-year-veteran of the promotion, Jon Jones.

On Wednesday, Jones mocked Anthony Smith for being burglarized when he tweeted a since-deleted post: “Good thing Glover is not on the hunt for a new TV,” referring to Smith’s defeat to Glover Teixeira at UFC Jacksonville. Jones’s morals and decision-making were already under the spotlight thanks to a litany of doping suspensions and arrests – his latest brush with the law came in March when he was arrested for DUI and negligent use of a firearm.

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UFC 249: Ferguson and Gaethje set to provide “Mortal Kombat”


By Alistair Hendrie

There is a warm feeling in the air as we approach Saturday’s twice-postponed UFC 249 card which will be headlined by Tony Ferguson against Justin Gaethje for the interim lightweight title. The UFC has the backing of the Florida State Athletic Commission, has implemented social distancing procedures and is providing daily tests for coronavirus. So far, so good.

That aura of hope is exacerbated by a thrilling main event between Ferguson, ranked number one in the world, and Gaethje, ranked number four. We all have memories of watching a 25-minute staring contest which started to cries of “This can’t fail to be a war!” but this pair of 155ers are guaranteeing entertainment during the coronavirus pandemic.

“This is going to be like Mortal Kombat,” said Gaethje, 31. “It’s perfect and it will be a f***ing war.” 

“This is why we’re main event,” agreed Ferguson, 36. “We’re the best of the best and we’re going to go out there and keep sports alive.”

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For more UFC 249 coverage, take in Dominick Cruz's thoughts on fighting for a greater purpose during coronavirus

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On this day: Manchester United stun Juventus in 1999 Champions League


By Alistair Hendrie

Which team did Manchester United fear the most during the mid-to-late nineties? Real Madrid? Borussia Dortmund? Arsenal? Wrong on all counts. It was Juventus. Sir Alex Ferguson was so in awe of Marcelo Lippi’s side that won the Champions League in 1996 that he studied many of Lippi’s traits and idiosyncrasies and applied them to his own team. “Juventus were the model for my United,” he admitted. “Just standing in the tunnel next to them was intimidating,” added full-back Gary Neville.

Heading into the Champions League in 1998-1999 United had won only once in their last four battles with Juventus and the pair were drawn together again in the semi-finals. United were written off, holding a record of two goals in Italy in their history. A 1-1 draw in the first meeting did them no favours but in the return leg in Turn, on 21st April 1999, United roared back from 2-0 down to win 3-2 and progress to the final in what was considered one of the most thrilling turnarounds in European history. Until a few weeks later, of course.

Neville’s concerns became all the more reasonable when you looked at Juventus’ record of three consecutive Champions League finals in 1996, 1997 and 1998. In their ranks they boasted World Cup winner Zinedine Zidane, revered battler Edgar Davids and archetypal fox-in-the-box Filippo Inzaghi, who in the previous season bundled in 18 goals in Serie A after arriving from Atalanta. However, Lippi left a struggling bianconeri in February 1999, and although Carlo Ancelotti restored order, the former Chelsea manager hadn’t quite engineered the sort of form which helped Manchester United streak to the top of the Premier League and into the FA Cup Final, having vanquished Arsenal in the semis.


United travelled to Italy seven days after that success and it looked like there could have been an FA Cup hangover on the cards when they collapsed with an audible crash in the opening moments. Inzaghi helped himself to a brace in first eleven minutes, the first a close-range finish at the far post and the second via a looping deflection over Jaap Stam. Zidane whipped in an inswinger for the first as Inzaghi stole ahead of Neville. The second was less artistic as Inzaghi, turning with his back to goal, swiped a shot which fortuitously ballooned over Peter Schmeichel.

Watching Zidane was a bit like watching a stage actor playing out a part he’d played a hundred times before – he seemed to know what was about to happen before it happened. He was such a stylish and unflappable footballer. Inzaghi was a striker’s striker who loved scoring goals, however they went in. He marked both of his finishes with arms outstretched, eyes in a frenzy, sprinting away from his teammates. This was his moment, and only his.

Still, moments after Dwight Yorke was hauled down by Ciro Ferrara on the edge of the D – no foul, apparently – United earned a lifeline as Roy Keane ghosted in at the near post, unmarked, to head in a David Beckham corner which span to the danger area with menace and velocity. Ten minutes later, though, Keane misread Jesper Blomqvist’s square ball and clattered into Zidane. Yellow card. Keane was suspended for the final. “Roy was really shouting at me… I think he’s still mad at me,” said Blomqvist. The Irishman went on to run the rest of the game like a captain should.


It’s not that it was one of Keane’s best performances, it was more the fortitude and professionalism the former Nottingham Forest man showed to marshal his team and drive them on despite his own setback. For the last hour of the match, he made sure nobody in a red shirt put a foot wrong and played sensible passes, dribbled when possible and allowed Beckham to build up a head of steam down the wing. “It was the most emphatic display of selflessness I have ever seen on a football field,” said Ferguson.

With Keane on a yellow United surged forward and made it 2-2 when Andy Cole crossed for Yorke to head home. As such, the Englishmen had equalised for a second time in the tie and were on their way to Barcelona for the final. Yorke hung in the air beautifully, guiding the ball into the top corner so Angelo Peruzzi in the Juventus goal had no chance. He smacked the post moments later too, shooting on sight, driving across goal from 20 yards.

Ancelotti threw on Nicola Amoruso and Paolo Montero at half-time. He was going for it. So were United. The second half was a dog-fight that you couldn’t take your eyes off. Inzaghi rushed when one-on-one with Schmeichel, banging a shot straight at the Dane’s knees. He thought he’d scored a moment later – offside – and Stam stole across Amoruso when the Italian had a clear path to goal.


Keane led by example and so, too, did Schmeichel. The Denmark international was a doubt for the second leg after suffering a groin injury and it was that with Raimond van der Gouw standing by as United’s second choice, the Dutchman could be thrown in at crunch time. There were no problems with Schmeichel’s mobility though. He stood up to Inzaghi and on more than one occasion sprinted into a pack of players to claim and spring a counter, aware of the threat Ancelotti’s men posed.

Schmeichel did look beaten on 83 minutes when Fonseca’s cross skidded across an open goal, but nobody in a black and white shirt could reach the delivery. By now, home fans were shuffling out, heads down, hoods up against the drizzle, and Yorke and Denis Irwin had already blown chances to seal it for United. Cole had no such trouble keeping his composure, converting a loose ball with six minutes remaining to send 6,000 travelling fans into raptures and fire United into their first European final for 31 years.

The match is still gripping viewing today and the rain, Juventus’s support and the gaping, yawning, cavernous Stadio delle Alpi only added to the element of theatre. The second half in particular unfolded like a computer game as both teams attacked as if battling for their lives at the bottom of the table rather than navigating their way to Europe’s biggest prize. It’s a shame, too, that this Houdini moment is overlooked by United’s heroics against Bayern Munich in the final – also a stellar feat of escapology, it has to be said.

It’s true that with the will of Keane and the tandem offence of Yorke and Cole, United never knew when they were beaten. They went on to complete a historic Premier League, FA Cup and Champions League treble in 1999 which earned Ferguson a knighthood and sent these players – many of them academy graduates – into club folklore. They became the first English side to upend Juventus at the Stadio delle Alpi since 1980 and frankly made a mockery of their tag as underdogs. Neville and Ferguson would never tremble at the thought of Juventus again.

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11 things we learned as Floyd Mayweather defeated Marcos Maidana


By Alistair Hendrie

Welterweight king Floyd Mayweather was made to work hard on Saturday as he unified the division against Marcos Maidana in Las Vegas. 

Defending his WBC crown, Mayweather won the WBA title to go with it despite weathering an early storm and suffering a bad cut in round four. So with a 46th consecutive win, the American star stays undefeated. 

Let’s look at what we learnt from another historic Mayweather night. 

The fight almost didn’t happen 

Hours before the main event, Mayweather slammed his rival’s Everlast MX gloves, which he said did not have adequate padding. With the Nevada State Athletic Commission in agreement, ordering the Argentine to change his gloves, Maidana switched to another pair from the same line and the fight could have been in jeopardy otherwise. 

Mayweather can still come through tough moments 

Once it got going though, Mayweather showed heart and character which none of his recent opponents have forced out of him. “Money” was on the back foot early and, although Maidana’s attacks weren’t always connecting, he still shipped punishment on the ropes. 

Garcia is a cut above the rest 

By round four the Grand Rapids, the Michigan man was in a spot of bother. Cut above his right eye from an accidental headbutt, Mayweather battled on as blood trickled from the wound. He admitted he couldn’t see at the time, later thanking his mainstay cutman Rafael Garcia for his handiwork. 

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Think Like A Monk by Jay Shetty review

By Alistair Hendrie “You’re either a doctor, a lawyer or a failure,” Jay Shetty once quipped, discussing the expectations of Indian parents....