If it’s words you desire, this writer’s for hire
Before my affair with words drove me to copywriting, I was a blazer-wearing English teacher. Not a bad one, either. Most students called me Mr Davies. Others used more exotic names (which I’m guessing meant they liked me). But to protect my hairline, I packed it in. I swapped my satchel for a fancy laptop and never looked back. School’s out for ever, matey! But why do you care? Well, the way I see it, if I can hold the attention of 29 shoulder-droppin’, pimple-poppin’ teenagers, I can win the attention of just about anyone. And that includes your audience. Class dismissed.
your wordy wingman
Dog not included