When the bills bite, when the wife sings, when I’m feeling sad – I simply remember… 
…and then I don’t feel sooo bad!
Bio
Steve was born in 1967 in Darlinghurst before moving to The Entrance on the NSW Central Coast where he lived and fumbled his way through school all the way to year 12.
He is the second eldest and least intelligent of four children.
Steve joined the NSW coppers in ’88 and during his years made a significant impact. In fact, two significant impacts:
He drove the police truck into an underground carpark at Roseville which wasn’t quite high enough and trimmed the red and blue lights;
He backed the police truck into an impeccably maintained Commodore with screecher alarm (owned by a rather shitty young man) while threading his way through the crowded carpark of the Hot Water Outlet at San Remo.
Other notable contributions:
He left a $2000 police radio in the boot of a shoplifter’s car following a search (the crim, assuming it was a set-up, returned it to the station later that day); and
Counted and returned $20 in change to a car thief following his release, only to discover it was his own money he’d parted with thus proving that crime does pay (It’s a long story).
Anyway, to the relief of the public and his peers, Steve left the coppers in 2000 to pursue a career in advertising. He completed a course at Macleay College and commenced work as a freelance copywriter. He worked for a while on accounts including Lion Nathan, MasterCard, Noni B, UnderCoverWear, IPAC and Fashion Fair. He also enjoyed some success cartooning with ‘toons published in People, The Picture and now defunct, Aussie Post.
Steve later tried his hand at youth work, but didn’t make much of an impression. So after resuming his creative journey, he was lucky enough to pick up a job with Lovatts Publications as a web designer, then website editor, and this is where you’ll find him most working days.
Steve resides on the sunny Central Coast.
He hopes he’ll soon be offered his own column in a leading tabloid so he can bang on about life; life being pretty important to him. Until then, he’ll keep plugging away at the writing thing, because it’s when he has a pen in hand he’s most happy.
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