I’m Rob. I used to write for the magazine at my uni, and even somehow managed to get nominated for a few awards. I also occasionally contribute stuff over at Vulture Hound, and I’m always looking for other work.
If you’re a fan of long-winded rants on video games, mildly xenophobic reviews of obscure foreign films or stories about perverts and the world of online dating then you’ve come to the right place. So grab a pew and let me tell you all about the time I shat myself behind a train station (note: I will probably never actually put that story in print.)
Finally, if you simply can’t get enough of my stupid bullshit, you can always follow me on Twitter.