In my mid-twenties, I became unemployable. I left my high-paying job in the City and ran off to Las Vegas to play poker. My mother was thrilled.
After some time in the wilderness, I decided I was a writer-performer. I now, by some miracle, write and perform things often for money. Some of these things are in the poker world (they’re all neatly encased for your pleasure at www.ontherail.co.uk) the rest are in the comedy world. In summary, I’m a very lucky boy.
When not producing quality media products, my likes are poker, politics, long walks in the country, my Playstation 3, tracksuits, movies with minimal artistic merit, velour tracksuits and tuna.
