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Hello, I'm Martin

 

I kinda suck at being real, but here goes.

 

Hailing from Wakefield, West Yorkshire. One of four boys to my sweet beleaguered mum who picks home delivery orders at ASDA. Somehow I ended up a copywriter in London.

 

The route here was pretty scenic. I’ve poured pints, stacked shelves, sold books, shovelled gravel, flipped burgers, scanned vegetables and hung clothes. Advertising was the last stop, and I never take it for granted.

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I've always loved to write. My first ever poem, all about Martians stealing your chocolate bars, got in the primary school yearbook. My first ever award.

That instinct for words never went away. These days I'm sharpening it with improv classes at the Free Association. 

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I was also recently diagnosed with ADHD. Which in hindsight explains quite a lot. I'm doing coaching sessions to wield it like a weapon rather than fight it like a flaw.

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I'd love to buy my mum a holiday one day.

I'd love to knock the socks off my mum’s friends.

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Alright. We’re good, yeah? Bye for now then. 

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