Born in the dusty pits of the North East, I decided to turn my back on my mining birthright and try my hand at graphic design. I packed up my nap sack with a few corned beef baps and migrated to Scotland, where I learnt many things and picked up many awards. Little did I know that these would be the keys to the golden gates of London. The good people there welcomed me in and, despite my questionable accent and backward ways, I found myself employed at a place called Figtree. It’s possible that they pitied me but, after a couple of years, they asked me to judge awards and carry out all manner of important tasks. One day I hope to talk like them and be refined like them and enjoy their exotic food.