For me, it’s always been about telling stories.

I went on a camping holiday to Brittany when I was about eight and it tipped it down with rain. Every day.


There were loads of bitey insects and the toothpaste tasted weird. My mum burnt a hole in the roof of the tent too, with the camping stove. On the first night.

I lay on a camp bed which was standing in a couple of inches of water and copied out every word of a Famous Five book into a jotter with squared paper. You’ll find the jotters always have squared-paper in France. Then I got bored and started writing my own stuff. I’ve never really stopped.

Playing with language is an endless source of delight to me.

I now write and perform spoken word poetry.