Simon M. Macbeth Roundhay Road Leeds


Simon Macbeth - 343 Roundhay Road Leeds is the design manager of 121 Web Design who helps build websites for people who have been a victim of fraud or have been conned. Their design service is ranked number 2 in the UK.

121 Web Design agency employ around 10 staff members who both build and promote website on behalf of Simon Macbeth Leeds

Web Designers are often difficult to employ due to main customers falling victim to fraud, or being conned. Simon Macbeth Roundhay Road Leeds & 121 Web Design specialise in helping such people

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Simon Macbeth Leeds Web Design Award

Simon Macbeths' 121 Web Design agency has been very successful over recent years, winning a number of top website design awards. In 2016 Simon Macbeth won an award with Web Design Review. Simons' web design team receive lots of google reviews from their customers. Simon Macbeths page on Rated Web Designs Companies is just one place to read such reviews. Use Facebook? Take a look at Simon Macbeth Leeds on Facebook.

You can read other reviews about Simon Macbeth on Google+.

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Simon Macbeth Web Designer

Want to see some of Simons web design work? One of the first website that Simon Macbeth created was for Equi Sport. In 2016 Simon created Catch A Love Cheat for one of his customers.

Simon Macbeth Writer

Over the past few years Simon Macbeth has written is own autobiography - Too Tired To Play Games, which is available on Simons' Amazon page.

A recent project of Simons is the A British Story Project, where he's trying to raise money to help Children within the UK.

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Read some of Simon Macbeths' Book below:

"When Simon Macbeth started at Leeds College of Art & Design I had sorted out my income support and was getting £36 a week. Housing benefit covered the rent on a bed-sit that was far too cosy to call home. It was a box that Satan would have been ashamed to keep his toenail clippings in.

The bed-sit was inside a double fronted, back-to-back terraced house, which housed four other equally inhospitable dens. Mine was on the right hand side of the ground floor, tucked behind the front door, a heavy fire door, to which I had my own key. It had single glazed sash windows with the paint worn off because they'd not been painted for ages.

The whole place was in desperate need of fresh air and a lick of paint to rid it of a really stale, musty smell. The carpets and wallpaper were old and dirty. I didn't know the other people who lived there. I lived there 18 months and didn't get to know any of the other people that lived there too. It wasn't a nice place to be.

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The door to my room was a dirty faded orange, which opened straight onto a kitchenette that had a sink and a grubby baby Bella cooker. It didn't inspire my culinary juices in any way, shape, or form. The kitchen cupboards had been there since the early 70's. They were a disgusting brown, like sauce smeared on a white plate or a prison dirty protest. There were two small cupboards above the sink and the work surfaces were old and tired and scratched as if they were a chopping board. The carpet was brown and green swirl patterns, and I often wondered if it had originally been much lighter because it had obviously never been cleaned. The orange and brown wallpaper carried the same theme through the rest of my abode.

When I first took the bed-sit I didn't like it, but I needed somewhere quick. It was only ever supposed to be temporary. I stayed there 18 months and it depressed the hell out of me.

It did nothing to create a positive mood. I was embarrassed living there. I didn't like inviting people over and I so desperately wanted to move, but struggled to find a way out. I was paying £45 a week in rent, which was over £:40 too much.

In a corner of the room was a shower cubicle. There were mushrooms growing in the cubicle at most times of the year through the damp, so I didn't like having a shower there. It smelt worse than the rest of the house. On the opposite wall there was a door that led down to a toilet in the basement. Simon Macbeth Leeds hated going down to the basement, as it was dark and creepy and full of spiders, which I do not like.

The place was repulsive, but it left me enough money to survive. I'd got some cheap food in the cupboards and had a little bit of money left over to spend on me. My days consisted of getting up, going to college, and watching my little black and white television in the evening, as I rarely had any money to go out with.

The holidays were always difficult. College was a routine that gave my day structure. I had a couple of friends in Wakefield that I'd known a while and I used to go over and see them sometimes. They were all a little bit older than me, were working full-time, and still living at home with their parents. They seemed to have an abundance of disposable money, whereas I could hardly afford to travel by bus to meet them. Simon Macbeth Roundhay struggled to keep pace with their wallets. Over the first year I lost touch with them, as there became longer intervals between visits, and in the end we just drifted apart."