So who am I? And why choose me?

I was born in Glasgow. Yes, Glasgow, with all its grey skies and stubborn rain. At the tender age of eight, my grandfather gifted me an old manual typewriter he'd bought down at The Barras Market in Gallowgate. I loved that typewriter. Heavy. Loud. Beautiful. The ribbon would bleed ink, smudging the paper and often I'd cut my finger untwisting the keys. That old typewriter was my escape. Those awful, juvenile stories were my baptism into the world of words.

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After having had the shit kicked out of me in one of the worst schools in the universe, further education beckoned. With it came the practical need for funds. Cause I was poor. I mean we weren't in poverty but I met someone at university whose house was so big his sister had been living there for a month with him and he didn't realise.

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So how did I make some cash and fast? Back then, local shops, estate agents, and solicitors were just beginning to dip their toes into the murky waters of the internet. They were clueless. I seized the opportunity. I wrote blogs. Created websites. It was a time of learning. For them and for me. Each project taught me something new. Each client was a new lesson in writing and editing. The digital world was expanding, and I was right there as it took off like a rocket.

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I somehow wandered into smoke-filled newsrooms. Knocking on doors at newspaper offices, I managed to get in various headquarters to do some work for free. I had a great time doing sub-editing for The Scottish Sun. But most of the job, as I should have known, was spent talking to people. The editors were the ones doing all the final drafts. So after having had enough time interviewing farmers about sheep, I thought copywriting would give me the power over the word that I badly wanted.

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Copywriting for big agencies just sort of happened in a strange way. I'd picked up enough bylines from prominent titles that the transition into marketing was easier than I had imagined. I liked that world of briefs and brainstorms. I learned how creativity must be tempered by corporate needs. The days were long. The nights, often longer. Pressure was high. Satisfaction higher. It was the life I chose, and I thrived in it.

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But there comes a time when one seeks to shape one's own path. I decided to form my own company. A place where I could do things on my terms. I took everything I'd learned from the big agencies. I aimed to offer quality at a price people could afford. My unique value proposition: the expertise of the grand agencies, distilled and delivered without the prohibitive cost. It's my way of giving back. My way of making top-tier services accessible.

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And so, here I am. A child of Glasgow. Whatever that dictates. Still here, still writing. You might consider doing business with me. Contact me here. It could be worse.