Originally hailing from Cornwall, I’m thrilled to have escaped and now be living in what my parents call ‘that there London’. A lover of words, I once got called a ‘grammar pervert’ (and secretly liked it). In a similar vein, my dad once told me I had ‘a mouth like a fucking sewer’. It’s the only time in my life I’ve been speechless.
I developed opinions at a very young age and when I was 2 years old, hands on hips, I told my poor unsuspecting mother, “I’m NOT wearing that”. So becoming a professional gobshite felt like a natural fit. After studying for a Post Graduate Diploma in PR in Sheffield some years ago (more than I care to admit), I worked in a local government press office and was glad to find that it wasn’t much like the Thick of It at all (although I do love Malcolm Tucker). I moved to London to work in media relations for a children’s charity, before jumping at the chance to head up the PR offering at an SEO and Digital Marketing agency. After a recent stint as Head of Communications at a cancer charity, the pull of Rhizome’s spunk proved too much and here I am – hoping to be all spunky ‘n’ that too.
Having been accused of being a hipster by Dom in my interview I’ve decided to own it. But despite what an arse I may sound on paper, and resting bitch face aside, apparently I’m really rather nice so do come say hello. I may swear but I promise I won’t bite.