About Me
Well, I haven’t always been a journalist for a start. I used to work in PR but chucked it in when I felt as if I’d sold my soul to the devil. You can only make so many silk purses from sow’s ears and, my God, have I seen some porcine lugholes. And so I filed my first Proper Feature as a Journalist for Business in Wales, a Western Mail magazine, back in 1999. It was about cardboard boxes and the editor scrawled all over it in red pen. Let’s just say that my learning curve gave me nosebleeds. Then in 2003 I went freelance. Fed up of feeling as if I had no control of my career I grabbed the chance to jump the staffer ship during a round of redundancies. And you know what? I have never, ever looked back.
So what about the personal stuff? I live with my husband and baby daughter in…oh you don’t want to know this stuff. Here are more random titbits instead:
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My toes are freakishly long
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I can paint a mean portrait
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Stewey Griffin, Larry David and Tony Kornheiser are my heroes
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I’ve pooped outside the highest telephone box in the world
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I learned to swim at the age of 30
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Frey Bentos steak and kidney suet puddings make my legs buckle
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I once slipped a cooked fish head into the pocket of a big-name Welsh politician
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I truly believe that Bono will disappear up his own arse
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I’ve seen the rings of Saturn with my own eyes
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No one calls me by my husband’s surname and gets away with it