About

When I was at uni they told us we needed a blog so we could get a job. I finished my degree (complete with a half-arsed attempt at a blog which was more like a place I could link to all my published work) and guess what … No job.

Well, I have a job. Two jobs actually. I thought it was about time I started a proper blog, because obviously I have plenty of spare time, what with work full-time and writing gig reviews/interviews with my evenings and weekends off. Who needs friends and a social life when you’ve got WordPress and too much ambition.

I wish I had more friends, a better social life and lived somewhere exciting. I’m stuck in a village of sorts - a confusion between everything that is grey and dull about suburbia and wrong about the countryside (hunting/animal poo/strange locals).

Yes, my daddy has a gun cupboard. It’s more like a safe; locked securely in the cupboard I’ve been to scared to look in since I was 10. My mother’s a teacher. I fucking hate kids. We can’t relate to each other, for obvious reasons. My sister’s doing a history degree at a posh uni, rendering my vocational journalism degree (at a Uni that specialises in media, not that it makes a difference) completely bloody useless. And my brother thinks he’s a pimp. He probably is. He’s the coolest kid I know.

I love a lot of things and hate many more. This blog is dedicated to my loves and hates. There is nothing more constant than my hate for Fearne Cotton. Or my love for Metronomy.