Category: Copywriting
Baking a PricePie
Skype really came into its own this month. I’m copywriting PricePie’s brand new web site to tell the world all about their exciting and altruistic new venture. The twist is they’re based in Southampton and we’re collaborating completely remotely. And distance isn’t presenting any obstacle to how speedily things are coming together either. In fact…
Animals and Mick Hucknall hang out at Listinio
It’s not often you get these things in the same place at once but that won’t stop me trying. And to achieve that goal I’ve joined the Listinio team as freelance copywriter to help populate their social list web app with friendly, clear and quirky copy. I was just about to launch into a description…
Bad language: it’s always a sign
I’ve just had a guest blog post published by Mortimer Chadwick Gray, a public relations company based in Leeds and London. They invite guest bloggers and copywriters like myself to contribute articles on subjects like photography, marketing, food, PR and language. I chose the latter and penned a light-hearted tongue-in-cheek rant aimed squarely at poorly…
Sprucing up copy for Oblong Design Collective
Just recently I was asked to improve some copy for the Oblong Design Collective web site which is in the process of being re-designed by one of their volunteers. Although in name the organisation sounds a bit like a chocolate bar crossed with a cybernetic race from the future, in reality they’re a charitable organisation…
How a blog helps your charity
It’s time to turn the spotlight on one of my charity clients: Orb Community Arts in Knaresborough. I spend a few hours on-site per week, copywriting interviews, writing about upcoming events and making exciting announcements to the Orb community from their creative musicians and artists then putting it all together on the Orb Community Arts…
The Warehouse Project present Ian Brown festival
As boozy missiles flew overhead towards the stage, one cup of unidentified fluid detonated in our vicinity, spraying some folk just forward of us with its sticky payload. An infuriated Neanderthal spun around, incensed with rage: “WHO THE *%@# THREW THAT?” he screamed monosyllabically, looking at us each square in the eye. He then conducted…
