Craig Green
I have always had writing in my bones, but had to take a few weird and wonderful detours to end up doing it for a living.
I went crazy for languages at school, studying French, German and Spanish, as well as a big dollop of English literature. During my gap year I volunteered my services to a local and worked there full time until they caved in and gave me a paid up teaching assistant role.
Following year I took off to Canterbury Uni for teacher training but after a couple of years became disillusioned with the ridiculous paperwork. With a little negotiation, I traded in my teaching degree for an English and Media degree, meaning I managed to knock out two degrees in four years. English suited me better and I went mental for post-war literature, soaking up as much as possible. Part of the degree was in creative writing and it was there I got the bug. I wrote my first ‘long’ short story about a murderous tramp visited by angels and got my first good reviews.
To keep food on the table, I landed the plum role of helping to stock an empty record shop with a blank cheque book. Like Christmas Day every day boxes and boxes of CDs piled up; jazz, folk, funk, rock and rap, i ordered it all. I developed a tasted for requiems, string quartets, Cuban folk and Jewish jazz. At the weekends I chopped wood in a timber warehouse, sitting behind the piles of decking and dado rail with my Sillitoe, Dunn and Story trying to complete my overdue coursework. Mickey was taken.
After Uni, I worked for a film mag in Baker Street selling ad space. My plan was to infiltrate the editorial team from within. It was a poor plan. I ended up temping for Lloyds TSB commercial, getting paid to drink tea and occasionally ‘talk posh’ to important clients.
At my graduation ball, I met my wife to be and moved to Canterbury to live with her. I got a job at Waterstones and talked rubbish about beat poets with PhD students for minimum wage.
This wasn’t paying the rent, so I landed a role in the premium unit of Natwest. My job largely consisted of explaining to minor aristocrats and D-list popstars that their overdraft couldn’t be extended and yes, they did have to pay the charges. To get some good experience i had a job interview for a managerial role covering a huge portfolio of graduates. I hadn’t a chance in hell of getting the job, so i rocked up with a big smile and a pack of lies and, a day later, was inexplicably handed the job, much to the chagrin of my peers. I was pretty successful, but it just wasn’t me and I felt some distaste for some of lending ethics, so I started an MA in Creative writing to release my pent up creative bent.
Eventually, I cracked and left the bank. Looking at the mess they are in now, I can honestly say that the signs were there during my tenure.
I started work as a Press Officer in the same Uni that i did my teaching and English degree and was reading my MA. This was a great job and learnt A LOT about the profession, especially local press and corporate ID. My first son, Charlie, was born during this time.
All good things must end and my contract expired. I quickly joined a local radio station and was paid to come up with ideas for on-air games, sponsorship and promotions. Easily the most stressful job I have ever done and easily the least enjoyable. Non-stop arguing and in-house politics made for a miserable few months. My MA had finished and I had built up some good work including TV scripts, the first half of a novel and some cracking short stories. The sonnets are best left to the past.
So after a brief family conference, we set our compass for Cornwall. I started working for Bob Harper the moment my feet landed on terra firma. I started as a telesales bod and so began a long, fun and fruitful relationship. The telesales soon gave way to a marketing position and I haven’t looked back. In the meantime, my second son, Alfie, was born a Cornishman, we bought a house and we dug our roots.
I am involved in much of the consultative and creative work at Portfolio. I have worked intensely with several accountants and have a real feel for marketing the profession. I specialise in PR and copy writing. In my spare time, I am finishing off a series of children’s educational text books which will hopefully be published sooner rather than later.
About me
Here are a few words about me, by me!
Family
I live in Falmouth with my wife Liz and two kids Charlie and Alfie. We were joined this year by two old cats, Ginger Ollie and Fat Archie.
Lifestyle
We love to get out to the beach and enjoy an ice cream from the infamous van at Pendennis Point. Cornwall is a big playground for the nippers and we make the most of what it has to offer.
I have a terrible attention span so I’m always reading, writing, listening, watching and creating. I have amassed an absurdly large book and CD collection of which we siphon off a percentage every year for space.
I am an ale fanatic and write reviews as often as possible. I also blog about Autism and have a decent following.
Some of my favourite things
Food: Moules Mariniere
Ale: Whitstable Brewery’s East India Pale Ale
Film: Lost in Translation
Book: Code of the Woosters
Song: Blue Monday
Artist: Bowie
Club: Gillingham FC