In April 1997 persistence and work experience landed me a staff writer job on my then-favourite VW magazine. A year of unpaid work had paid off; I quit a boring uni degree in London, packed my Dad’s mk2 Granada to the roof rails and headed north to Cheshire. I never looked back . . . apart from to check the trailer was still hooked up.
Automotive journalism has taken me on priceless adventures to all corners of the globe and introduced me to a spectrum of colourful characters from every walk of life – all of which I’m deeply thankful for. Hell, this career even found me wife. Click the links above for a small sample of the memorable features that have helped me become the ridiculously devoted car pervert I am today.