Gary Andrews is an award-winning broadcast journalist and writer, and describes himself as the latter in the belief it may impress women. This ploy, so far, hasn’t worked but he’s convinced one day somebody will be impressed enough to at least buy him lunch in a posh restaurant.
Gary has now taken the internet and PR shilling and works in the world of the web and publicity. He still describes himself as a writer, and is still failing to get laid. He’s worked for a number of broadcasters including the BBC, GCap, ITV and The Local Radio Company, but is generally happy in any place that has immediate access to decent coffee.
In 2004 a bunch of students, for some reason unknown to Gary and the wider populace, though he might be able to do a job editing the Cardiff University student newspaper, gair rhydd. Somehow, after muddling through his year in charge, the paper was crowned Guardian Student Newspaper of the Year 2005. He gave away part of his prize because air travel makes him nervous and very ill.
In 2007 a container ship beached off Devon and spent the best part of 9 months dictating Gary’s life, and those of his then colleagues, and was affectionately known as ‘that bastard ship’ or other names less polite in the newsroom. But weeks of getting dragged down to the East Devon coast for 6am to do live broadcasts paid off and the news team (of which Gary was their main reporter) and they won Gold at the European Radio Awards for their coverage. Gary has since left Devon. The ship, so far, hasn’t.
Gary has a strange and some may say masochistic love of non-league football and writes a weekly column on this subject for Soccerlens. Since you ask, he has neither a beard nor a parka but does quite like real ale.
When not working, Gary spends time trying not to burn elaborate vegetarian meals, getting depressed over Exeter City’s results, complaining than Martin Scorsese did it better in the 70s, doing his best to battle middle-age spread, and avidly devouring Neil Gaiman’s work in the non-literal sense.
He is not fond of referring to himself in the third person, but has done so here in the mistaken belief it makes him look intelligent. This is his imaginatively titled blog.
Use the form below to contact me. I’d prefer it if you’d attach vast sums of money in the process of doing so. However, I’ll settle for a pie, or even just a cup of tea and a biscuit.
Tsktsk, you call yourself a writer and yet, there are two spelling mistakes in your bio, neither of which would be picked up by the spell checker.
Sorry, proof-reading has sort of become second nature to me, so I just had to point the typos out. No offense meant!
Thanks Dani. I’ve spotted a couple of errors and changed them, although I’m not sure if those were the ones you mentioned. I’m not great at proofing my own stuff, mainly because I just can’t see things once I finish writing. I’m the same at work.
Give me somebody else’s stuff though…