About Me

Me
Artist’s impression  [Credit: Rem V.S]
Short version: Hello. I write and run a lot.

Long version: I was born in 1984 in the week Frankie Goes To Hollywood were at number one with Two Tribes.

I am a writer (copywriting, journalism, bits of fiction), speaker/trainer and charity trustee. I’ve written for several national papers, and been a runner-up in a million writing and journalism contests/schemes (see my work website for work things; I’m always open to it, especially at the moment). I also train businesses and organisations in dyspraxia awareness, particularly in relation to mental health. I have a soft spot for any organisation that uses words well: badly-written copy makes me gnarly and twitchy.

My favourite places in the world are, in no order, Berlin, Durham, Dorset (bits of), Hampshire (bits of), Oxford and London. I don’t currently live in any of them, and probably never will unless you’ve got a spare couple of million pounds you’d like to give me. I’m interested in UK media and politics, theatre, psychology, modern European history, Germany, music, comedy, and all the 90s soaps and sitcoms YouTube can throw at me.

These are assorted things I like. These are assorted people I like, in life and/or on Twitter.

When not writing something or speaking somewhere, I can be found getting riled or excited on social media, travelling on the Bakerloo Line, shouting at Question Time or thinking about where to move to next. There was a vague idea once, to move to Berlin, preferably having become so ludicrously rich or lovesick that nothing could scare me anymore. (I went to Berlin for a weekend in August and spent half of it crying in toilets and the other half at the Holocaust Memorial, so that’s coming on splendidly…). I’ve been likened to “a young Meryl Streep” (by an American tourist), Mattie Storin from the original House Of Cards (by a friend) and Veronica Mars, (by a really great friend).  Another really great friend once said I was the funniest person in the world after Linda Smith. Sadly he wasn’t the editor of a big-budget publication, and even more sadly he’s no longer alive, but I’ll never forget it, or him.

As this blog’s name suggests, I’m prone to insomnia. While I manage it infinitely better than I used to, I lapse back into its familiar clutches at certain times, requiring a concerted effort to escape. If putting the world to rights by text message whilst juggling Made In Japan with Newsnight is your thing, our friendship is inevitable. I apologise in advance…