poppy
what now?

For the full British blithering experience: read ALL the words.
For the straight-talking, sliiiightly nonsensical basics: read ONLY the bold words.
For my CV, click here :)

I’m a woman of MANY words who dresses like an Art Director (so said Dave Dye), spent a few years as a suit*, and yet am largely a Copywriter…

The proud owner of many nicknames, I will respond to pretty much anything. Examples include, but are not limited to: Pop, Pops, Popso, Popsicle, Popstar, P Dog, Popatron, ‘a young Hans Christian Andersen’, Poo-poo-la-la (please don’t use this one), Soppy Pain (or this), Popcorn (or this), Popperoo, Copy Poppy and thepoppywriter — duh.

Some will say it’s a complete coincidence that my name rhymes with my job. Haters gon’ hate.

When I’m not in Adland having the ideas and writing the words, I’m probably listening to music (house music all life long), in the pub, mentoring baby creatives, playing car tetris with toot after rooting at bootsales, laying on my sofa contemplating the fragility of life or burning toast (but I can cook, I swear).

I also have some special, potentially useless and/or annoying skills, such as: talking for England, saying f**k a record-breaking number of times, impeccable colour co-ordination, referencing Friends and/or Harry Potter in absolutely any circumstance (nice one, millennial), perpetual hair twiddling, and endless dad jokes.

Long-term, serious-face plans are climbing up the creative ladder, running the show and helping other creatives grow.

If you want to see or hear more from me, just shout! I bloody love a chat (if that hasn’t already come across… ).

* It didn’t SUIT me. I’m sorry… Sort of.