The genesis of The Rotten Bill can probably be traced back 25 odd years when, as an impressionable teenager who was starting to chew on life’s gristle and contemplate what I might do with my life when responsibility and adulthood would eventually beckon, it occurred to me that I rather enjoyed writing. Various English and history teachers seemed to make vaguely complimentary noises about my ability to string words together into a coherent sentence, so I started to wonder if I was one of the lucky buggers who might have a career decided for them by vocation. Journalism was calling me.
Unfortunately, the same impressionable teenager succumbed to the fraudulent charms and bright lights of the City and duly slept walked into financial services. I hated it. This was not before I managed to get fired (by my own father as it happened) from a firm with whom I was doing some work experience with in the summer after I graduated, for basically spending my entire paid time emailing fellow graduate chums who were also engaging in largely irrelevant “experience”. The content of said emails could have been described as, er, well, inappropriate at best. I think my defence at the time was “it’s just banter Dad” (bants didn’t exist in those days). But whatever may have been written, the recipients seemed to rather enjoy reading them. Clearly this closet aspiration to be a writer of some description wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
So here I am today. 39 years’ young and still in finance. Yes, yes, I know. I am not a journalist, have no formal training and am not attempting to commentate or construct editorials. Like Daktarin to athlete’s foot; like Canesten to thrush; like permethrin to scabies, I am just wanting to scratch my itch, soothe the deep burn and breathe a sigh of relief.
My content is likely to be a mongrel, observational offering, with anything from politics to popular culture to sport. Life in general. It should always be contextually relevant and will hopefully be spiked with some of my favourite things- a contrarian point of view, sarcasm, angst, irreverence and colourful terminology. It may even be faintly amusing at times, although I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Thank you for your readership.
The Rotten Bill