To say my journalism career is a tad unorthodox, would be understatement of the year.

I was, and still am, a square peg in a round hole, but this didn’t stop me in the beginning churning out stories as a staff journalist on the Scunthorpe Evening Telegraph, The Preston Reporter, The Lancashire Evening Post and the Scottish national press agency Newsflash.

The biggest story I covered was the death of Donald Dewar in 2000, the First Minister of Scotland, who had a seemingly harmless fall off a step outside his official residence Bute House and tragically died the next day from a massive brain haemorrhage.

The smallest story of my journalism career happened one rainy wet Tuesday morning on a supermarket car park on the outskirts of Manchester.

I was on trial back in my home town with the Manchester Evening News and the news editor sent me and a snapper out to Kwik Save in Oldham.

On their trolleys, alongside the British pound slot there was also a Euro coin slot too. I was charged with writing up a story angled something like: Is this the end of the pound?

In that moment staring into the deadened and disbelieving eyes of the shop manager my love of words and people were briefly snuffed out.

All I could think was: This is the end of the road for me in traditional journalism.

But as the old saying goes, you can’t keep a good woman down, so after licking my wounds from being in that bear pit, I decided to do things my own way.

It has been a real labour of love to set myself up and offer a range of writing services that covers most things to do with words – not forgetting my first foray into professional writing – journalism.

Now, it is a joy to write pieces of work that tell stories for all kinds of people equally and help clients develop their businesses and themselves.

Please don’t tell anyone but I love rearranging the twenty-six letters of the English alphabet so much I would honestly do this work for free.