Dominic Hiatt
I live in London, used to be a financial journalist and somehow — long story — ended up in public relations.
However, I politely ask all clients and journalists never to refer to me as a PR, as I am still actually a journalist. One who just happens to be working in PR (the money is considerably better).
When I’m not ruling the news with an iron fist, bagging Rhizome’s clients coverage left, right and centre, I’m running around after my scrumptious Horace and Coco, and waiting on Tiggy, my better half.
My two favourite authors are Michel Houellebecq and Pedro Juan Guttiérez; my two favourite poets are Baudelaire and Hugo; my two favourite thinkers are Heidegger and Nietzsche; my two favourite artists are Bacon and Giacometti; and my two favourite darters are Barny and the Power.
I like rugby, cycling, fine wine, even finer cigars, (deranged) philosophy and thought, Dylan Thomas and darts.
My two favourite quotes of all time are by legendary Geordie darts commentator Sid Waddell:
“Bristow reasons; Bristow quickens; aaaaah Bristow!”
“We couldn’t have more excitement if Elvis walked in and asked for a chip sandwich.”