I’m a London based journalist with bylines in The Financial Times, The Times, and The New World, and words in Private Eye. I have also appeared on BBC Radio 4 and LBC. I received the 2025 National SPA Award for Best Comment Piece, for an article about assisted dying. I am currently studying to receive my NCTJ.

The great university rip-off

Another read: “Starting to think the troops who left school early and went straight into the trades r [sic] the real winners. A skill set and a job for life that they didn’t put themselves into debt for” read another. Scroll through TikTok and it doesn’t take long to find graduates venting their frustration. “I have applied to 65 jobs since graduating and only had 2 interviews! I have a first-class honours degree, have completed 3 internships, and have been working since I was 14. WHAT. AM. I. D...

Gen-Z want to 'rot' at home. What's wrong with that?

That’s the sum total of the lives of Chinese “rat people”: self-christened Gen Z societal dropouts, who on social media platforms like Weibo and Rednote try to ironically one‑up each other with their feats of inertia. Imagine something along the lines of “You doom scroll from the couch? Tryhard, I haven’t left my bed in days”.Wake up at midday, doom scroll on the sofa all afternoon, eat a vaguely warm takeaway, then go back to bed. The term went viral after a video from a 20-something woman from...

Gen Z, the scared generation

Call it a twisted thrill from playing the role of a disapproving Gen Z whisperer, sharing tales of our idiosyncrasies: like the ones who use ChatGPT as a personal therapist; the viral “office siren” fashion trend among students who dress as if they are on their way to the office even though they’ve never seen one; and the fact that you’re more likely to see twenty somethings on the streets at 5am because they’re training for a marathon rather than returning home from a big night out. Forgive me...

The Case for Assisted Dying *Winner at the 2025 National SPA Awards*

My grandmother was born as Norma Helen Wilkinson in a small town in the Pennines in 1938. Mother to two daughters, she also worked as a dinner lady, a barmaid and a care home worker. The title of animal lover did not come close to describing this woman’s dedication to all creatures great and small. Once, when my Mum was a teenager, she came home after a night out and told Grandma she’d seen a cat hit by a car. At 3am Norma drove them both back to the spot to sit in the pouring rain with the cat...