THE TEAM

Nathan Davies

Hazel Marshall

Stuart MacDonald

Oliver Moor

Jim Johnson

James Skinner

Jess Wynn

Sam North

• 2001 Hackwriters
• Jess Wynne - Hackwriters Reviewer

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Number of bestsellers written. . . 0.
Number of fact-finding missions to Outer Mongolia or other such trendily obscure locations. . . 0
Lost tribes discovered, cures for cancer, Hollywood movies. . . 0

Like most of the population (and John Lennon) life was something that happened when I was busy making other plans. So who am I and what can I do? Well I can do yoga but you are not going to see me contort myself into weird shapes; I’m a writer now and refuse to ever again do that thing with my legs whilst drunk at some party. I can ride a horse - good for escaping from cowboys and Indians. I can draw; my Van Gogh rip-offs (I mean carefully considered interpretations) are certainly admired. I also write poetry but don’t panic -- you probably will not have to endure much of it -- I get the impression that Sam runs from this genre screaming.

So what else defines me? I have had a strange sort of upbringing. The all-night parties and festivals that my parents dragged me along to in my childhood have left enduing memories and unease with the conventional in life. I suppose that I’m also still recovering from the physical and emotional violence that I incurred from children and teachers for the way my parents dressed and acted. But hey - before this turns into the sort of diatribe normally associated with that end of the night at a party, I’ll fling some other interests at you randomly. Music. I definitely have a soundtrack to my life -- and on it would be artists and bands such as Dylan, Patti Smith, Ani Difranco, Pulp... actually the list is endless. I love Film Noir and I am fascinated by West African Cosmology -- both areas that I studied in University. I can read Tarot so concerned or irate Christians: you know where to contact me. I could do with a laugh.

Aspirations? Oh, you know, the usual answers: change the world for the better, (or the worse if my demonic alter ego takes over), be happy etc. There must be some way I could make a difference through all the information I have amassed. In rebelling from the influence of my family I endeavored to go to school (sporadically) and get myself qualifications in subjects that will doubtless have no relevance to my life what so ever. Cognitive theories, endoplasmic reticulum, the genetics of a fruit fly -- Oi wake up I haven’t finished yet. So I’m hoping that I can do something useful and worthwhile through the medium of writing. Also a little respect would be nice -- less of the ‘oh natural blonde -- better speak slower’ treatment. And hey if I don’t manage to prove my professional writing skills, I am from Cornwall (and not ashamed, not that ashamed) and therefore have brilliant waitressing skills and an ability to change a duvet cover in sixty seconds.

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