I am a British-Kiwi journalist, copywriter and blogger with an OCD editing eye and an allergy to bad grammar.
In 1998 I spread my wings in London town having flown the New Zealand nest. Such was the novelty of big city life I spent 15 years lurking beneath the darkness of Soho clubs, theatres and screening rooms, scribing culture features in return for complimentary drinks and credits in urban glossies.
London School of Journalism was the perfect launch pad as a literary magpie. From there I spent two years jetting between Mayfair and Miami as UK editor of Florida-based webzine MOLI, before launching niche online mag and labour of love The London Word in 2007, dishing out my own brand of cultural commentary.
I relocated to Ibiza in 2010, where I worked for two years as a freelance writer and club critic, then as assistant editor to Ben Turner for Pacha Magazine where I cut my teeth in the cut throat world of music journalism. Highlights include hog feeding with Mike and Claire Manumission, hugging a surprisingly humble 50 Cent, soaking up sun with Madness’s straight-talking Carl Smyth, and fishing with master surrealist David Lynch.
A short stint in the homeland found me contributing to New Zealand’s only Sunday newspaper, The Sunday Star Times, as a lifestyle journalist, followed by spells as an in-house senior copywriter for FDC Design Studio, Leicestershire, and London advertising agency Them.
Nowadays, based in rural Norfolk, I slog as a copywriter in every capacity and upcycle furniture, while juggling two sprogs and dreaming about penning my magnum opus of Gothic proportions.
And writing. Always writing.
As Jeanette Winterson so brazenly proclaimed: ‘I don’t give a shit what’s in your head… if it isn’t on the page it doesn’t exist.’