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After
uninspiring drug-assisted exam
failures, I ended up working
in a shop. Then I thought: “Sod
this, what’s Nineteenth
Century Realism like?”
and went and got a gleaming
First in English.
After that I worked in an office
for bit - and that’s when
it happened...
A
dare. A
curiosity. A one off. A
‘let’s see what’ll
happen’.
And I had a go at stand-up comedy.
By 2006 I was out of a proper
job and performing monkey antics
all over the world. I’ve
had three of those Perrier nomination
thingies, I do national tours
- I’ve even written a
play which is going to the Soho
theatre... and I’m writing
a novel.
That’s fucked
up isn’t it? Who taught
chavs to read?
I live back where I belong,
in Westcliff-on-Sea, Essex with
my partner Sadie Hasler, my
cats Keith and Wayne and my
dog Cooper.
I love cheese, anything curried,
and the minimalist writings
of Haruki Murakami.
My favourite word is defenestration.
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