I'm a freelance writer, editor, interviewer, copywriter, broadcaster, podcaster, content-creator, media consultant and all-round good egg.
As one of the UK’s most experienced and highly-regarded writers, with four PPA Writer of the Year nominations, I have written on film, food, drink, travel, physical and mental health, sport, music, television, video games, and politics.
I spent 11 years at ShortList and have also written for Observer Magazine, Empire, Vera, The Independent, Telegraph, YOU magazine, the Daily Mail travel pages, Penguin, Jaguar, The Jackal, Marie Claire, Stylist, Guardian Labs, easyJet Traveller, Fashionbeans, Flash Pack and Changeboard.
I have literally hundreds of celebrity and non-celebrity interviews under my belt, from Pacino and De Niro, to Jolie and Gervais, via Corbyn and McCartney.
Whether you want editorial, advertorial, commercial or SEO writing, I will deliver it in style. I can write for any audience (and to a word count), whether in-depth features or brand-enhancing copy for a website or campaign. I'm also comfortable in front of a camera or a microphone and my face and voice are completely inoffensive.
When a Star Wars fan began uploading his fan theories to YouTube, he imagined it as a simple hobby. Two million subscribers later, Star Wars Theory almost killed its creator Most people who express their opinions online are, in effect, breaking wind in the middle of a hurricane.
As the rain hits the roof of a photography studio on an industrial estate in South East London, two young British actors are planning to take over the world. Stephen Odubola is trying to persuade Micheal Ward that he should move to Los Angeles.
Quiet extrovert, cultured street kid, gentle nutcase; Robert De Niro's life is one of contradictions. Speaking to the actor, and his old friends in Little Italy, Andrew Dickens goes in search of the real "Bobby Milk" Robert De Niro's waiting. No, I'm not quoting Bananarama - he really is.
Idris Elba interview for ShortList magazine
Jeremy Corbyn: has there been a more emotive name in modern British politics? Maybe it's the initials. After all, he's not the first JC to have both a devoted following and passionate detractors. Just ask Jeremy Clarkson. And that other chap with the beard.
Turning around is an art. Turning around can be done well, like an Olympic ice-skater. Turning around can be done badly, like a drunk uncle on a dancefloor. And, just occasionally, turning around can be done to such effect that the turner ends up facing in the direction of greatness.
Preconceptions are a lot like greatest hits albums. You know you shouldn't really have them, but in reality, they involve a lot less work and are easy to listen to. They're also a lot like analogies in this introduction: very hard to avoid.
Al Pacino interview for ShortList
When you hear the word 'masculinity', Grayson Perry is perhaps not the first person to spring to mind. He's no Marlon Brando, you might say. No Ross Kemp.
Ricky Gervais interview for ShortList around The Invention of Lying
In Rotherhithe, London, there is a blue plaque commemorating Sir Michael Caine's birthplace. Not unusual, you might think, except for one thing: technically, he shouldn't have one. "On the plaque it says, 'Voted for by the people,'" he tells me. "Because normally you only get a blue plaque if you're dead.
He's Britain's greatest musical export, a living legend and, when the Olympics finally arrive, the man who will say, "Hello, World." In the meantime, ShortList's Andrew Dickens says, "Hello, Sir Paul" The subject of this interview needs no introduction, but he's going to get one anyway. He is Sir Paul McCartney.
We at this magazine possess great power. Not supernatural power - not yet - but the power, the privilege, to say to thousands: this is a man you should know about. He's talented, he's interesting, he's one of the good guys and he's going places. He's one of us.
Megastar, pretty boy, tabloid villain; how much do we really know about Jude Law? ShortList's Andrew Dickens shares a late breakfast with the reinvigorated actor Jude Law says he's never used moisturiser. As I sit, looking - OK, staring - at his annoyingly youthful, tanned and handsome face, I find this hard to believe.
Rami Malek, as your mum might say, is being a brave soldier. We're in an artist's loft studio in some bit of New York you're unlikely to ever visit. It is an airless 89 degrees Fahrenheit, yet Malek entered this fiery hell box wearing a jumper and shirt. He's ill.
"Have you spoken to Ryan?" asks Russell Crowe. I have, yes. "So you don't get an opportunity to talk to him again?" I don't, no. Two jets of white smoke escape from Crowe's nostrils, he begins to smile with his eyes. To 'smeyes'. "His nickname is 'Spanky'."
Through sheer force of friendliness, Dermot O'Leary's takeover of TV land continues with his new car-themed game show. Andrew Dickens hops in his passenger seat [Photography: Greg Williams] Believe it or not, magazine interviews aren't easy. There is actually an element of skill involved; to pick and position questions that will best elicit entertaining and informative words on a particular subject or subjects.
Robbie Williams is going it alone again. Andrew Dickens cornered the refreshingly self-aware pop star to talk fatherhood, fidelity and ash-covered Weetabix Robbie Williams: two words that conjure up mixed feelings in most men. On one hand, he comes across as the kind of cocksure lothario who'd whip your girlfriend away, only to return her three days later, a shell of her former self.
Long Read Features
Think Miss World with welly throwing; Britain's Got Talent in ballgowns. Andrew Dickens explores the madness of Ireland's cultural institution the Rose of Tralee. Picture the scene.
A look at the future of toys and how technology is shaping it.
Some of the names in this article have been changed to protect the innocent, and the not so innocent. And me, should I ever return to the village of Great Barrington, Gloucestershire. It's a Sunday morning in December and I'm showering in my bathroom above the Fox Inn, Great Barrington, Gloucestershire.
Hello and welcome to Depression Awareness Week: a week of campaigning, chatting and, apparently, wearing hats, all aimed at, you guessed it, raising awareness of depression. Back in pre-austerity 2010, halcyon days I think you'll all agree, I wrote the following article in an attempt to do just that.
Feature on mental health in the workplace for Changeboard magazine
Sometimes you kick, sometimes you get kicked. For months, these thoughtful lyrics from INXS have been my inspirational mantra as I prepare for today, the biggest physical challenge of my mostly unchallenging life. But now, I'm pretty certain Michael Hutchence is cursing me from beyond the grave.
In Rio de Janeiro this weekend, all eyes will be on very fast guys in green, black and gold. Andrew Dickens visits Jamaica to discover their secrets of speed. The crowd are livid, out of their seats and hurling abuse from the stands. It is quite the reaction to a red card.
As I lie on my back in a small Tokyo apartment, a 70-something Japanese man, half his right thumb missing, is rhythmically piercing my skin with minute ink-tipped needles on the end of an aluminium stick. This is tebori, the traditional Japanese method of tattooing. And I'm getting myself a very permanent souvenir.
"Over-entitled bunch of whingers." "Perfectly pleasant, except when talking about Arsenal." These are all answers to the question, 'How would you describe Arsenal fans?' It was asked because it has become increasingly obvious that, in 2017, Arsenal fans have overtaken Manchester United's as the most hated by other football fans.
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED So, Donald Trump is about to be US president. Bummer, eh? I bet when you saw the results you were pretty distraught, pretty angry. A proper WTF moment if ever there was one. I mean, he's a lecherous demagogue with no experience of public administration, who is due to face a number of legal battles in court.
In January, it emerged that Boris Becker had misplaced a few items. These items were five tennis Grand Slam trophies. To be precise, five of his six Grand Slam trophies: two Australian Open and three Wimbledon. He hadn't sold them or donated them; he simply didn't know where they were.
Hundreds of people, mostly men, squeeze their way past each other and the two rows of stalls flanking the room. They stop every shuffled yard to peer closely at labels on bottles and jars, and the samples of their contents in corresponding ramekins.
"I want to have those memories," says Mike 'Pretty Boy' Hales. "I want to tell my kids about my career, the excitement, the journey. The places, the people. It's a rollercoaster. I want to think back to good times, the way I think back to great moments at school.
Copywriting & Branded Content
TV and Video
One secret to having a cheaper ski holiday is to go early or late in the season 'Cheap' ski clothes can be picked up from stores such as Aldi and Decathlon Self-catered apartments are usually cheaper than hotels or catered chalets There are three things that put people off ski holidays: fear of physical pain, fear of not being very good .
I like loyalty over ability. You know when you're young and can count your friends on one hand? It's easy to find people who can do the job, but it's hard to find people you can go out with, build with, eat with. That's loyalty. You're breaking bread.
White tie for men just might be the hardest dress code to master. Whether it's for a wedding or a state dinner, here's everything you need to know including the difference between white tie and black tie, the key pieces to buy and how to wear it.
You're the face - or neck - of Dolce & Gabbana The One Grey. Do you know what you're looking for in a fragrance? Not really. You change it up over the years, don't you? And because they're evocative they mark out periods in your life, relationships.
"Death really isn't a good subject for a Valentine's card," says Ruth Turner, Hallmark's head of editorial. "And we would never do anything gun-related for obvious reasons." I'm at Hallmark House, a vast and impressive art-deco building in rural West Yorkshire.
The world can make an actor feel overly important. What I do isn't hard work. It's not ditch digging - which I have done, for one summer. Of course there are times when your fuel tank's low, but even on the hardest days you are on a film set.
I don't have a specific look. It's whatever I feel comfortable in at the time. Sometimes I'll get up and dress smart, and then sometimes I'll get up and wear the baggiest tracksuit. On a day-to-day basis, I wear oversized T-shirts, fitted tracksuit bottoms and shoes such as Balenciaga Triple S trainers.
Samuel L Jackson is 68 years old. Sixty-eight motherf*cking years. Hard to believe, isn't it? This vision of youthful energy sitting before me, dressed in so much white that he has to drink his coffee through a straw from a plastic cup housed within a ceramic mug in order to minimise the chance of speckling, is 68.