Hoz Bio

Hey, I'm Hoz. I used to shift boxes in warehouses. One day, it dawned on me that I was trading the best hours of my life for money. So I quit. I was 21.

I joined a rock band and wrote horror stories when I wasn't gigging. I was living the dream. Peniless, but happy.

When the digital revolution came, I pivoted and became an I.T. manager. The band had gone as far as it could (won the National Battle of The Bands, radio and T.V. play, but there was no future for rock in the UK at that point). It was a good time, a time for making very good money. It was a world apart from my warehousing days.

When my father died, I quit my I.T. job and co-started an I.T. / web company. I used my savings to prop me through the startup years. 5 years later I realised I was unhappy with the internal B.S., so I quit.

I started my own thing: freelance web designer / SEO / eCommerce. I got to work with clients in 21 countries. It was a time when I worked 7 days a week for little money. It was a time of struggle, and of intense learning.

I married and we had our baby son right before the pandemic. Most of my clients went bust during lockdown and I had to teach online to make ends meet. My debt deepend. It was a time of hardship.

We stuggled over the next few years, both working and balancing parenthood with paying debts and bills. I started reviewing software tools on YouTube with the goal of taking back control, of not depending on a boss or clients for my next paycheque. It was a time of hope.

When Open AI released Chat GPT I pivoted and went all-in on A.I. gaining thousands of subscribers and praise for my no-fluff tutorials. My content got me attention from SAAS companies all over the globe and I got to work with a great SAAS for 2 years. Things were looking very good. It was a time of excitement.

On June 2024, a week away from our son's 5fth birthday, my wife passed away suddenly from an Athsma attack. It left us devastated. It plunged our world into a nightmare. We had no help from the state (anyone who's self employed knows how that works in the UK). We almost lost the roof over our heads. My mother helped immensely. during this horrible time.

It's taken me a year to get my sorrow and grieve under control. I had to make sure our son got through this, so grieving was something I had to do at night, when the world slept on.

Today, my mission is to get us through the coming disruption and postion myself to take advantage of the new landscape. A.I. is here and there will be new opporunities to pivot, but not before the carnage of transition. It's a time of mixed emotions, of suspense and dread, of hope and superstition. It's a time that calls for focus and courage.

Meanwhile, I'm tracking events so I don't get swept under when AI reaches critical mass (expected 2027-29). Join my newsletter and stay informed. And if you're interested, watch my Escape AI plan on YouTube.