14/06/2026
Sunday Stories
When I was in Belize, it wasn’t all rum, coconuts, and pretending I was on some budget Sandals holiday. We actually worked and it was proper graft. Three days of early shifts, three days of afternoons and three days of nights followed by three days of climbing into a plane that shook so much it made Indiana Jones look like British Airways which took us to one of the many islands of beautiful Belize.
If there was a spare minute, I was hitting a ball somewhere on base, courts, walls, anything that didn’t move. And because I apparently can’t sit still, I also became a BFBS DJ. Saturday night slot, another one mid‑week, spinning tunes like I was the Belizean Chris Moyles. I’ve always believed anyone can do anything if someone shows them how, even if that “anything” is talking rubbish into a microphone for two to three hours.
This story, for once, has no shootings, no potential kidnappings with para cord and black nasty or sprinting across fields with a pistol. Belize was chilled where UB40 ruled the islands airwaves. Everywhere you went, bars, boats, beach shacks you’d hear Red Red Wine, Kingston Town, and every other UB40 classic echoing across the water.
One trip to Caye Caulker or maybe San Pedro, who knows, ended with myself, dinger, dusty and a few others i cannot remember, in a tiny pizza place late at night. Back in Iraq we only had three CDs: UB40 Vol. 1, UB40 Vol. 2, and Queen’s Innuendo. So naturally, I knew every UB40 lyric like I had written them myself.
Two shandies later, we were harmonising like Poundland UB40 backing singers and the restaurant owners bought it. Fully believed we were touring with UB40 and promised us free pizza when we “returned next month.” We nodded, smiled, and accepted the pizza, as you do along with photos and signatures for the staff.
Between the shifts, the island hopping, the DJing, the tennis, and the accidental UB40 tribute act, that six‑month tour was meant to keep a presence in Belize and stop the Guatemalans from getting any ideas. But for me, it was also a reminder that life’s a mix of work, madness, and the occasional free pizza if you sing confidently enough.
Somewhere on this journey it all helped shaped the global tennis coach I was to become.