Jonathan Stevens
I’m still laughing raucously at Dom’s claim that “it’s never easy to write about yourself”.
I have travelled far and wide, crossed paths with many weird and wonderful people, but never have I, to date, met anyone who is as happy to talk/write/sing about themselves as much as Mr Hiatt.
I, on the other hand, unassuming and modest, work quietly in the background, ensuring that Rhizome PR purrs along like a Persian cat with cream-covered whiskers.
Away from work and Dom’s endless drivel on Skype, you’ll find me in Hyde Park, panting like an Alsatian dog with heatstroke and partaking in a little military fitness training.
I find my most creative feature ideas pop into my cerebellum when I’m knocking out burpees in six inches of mud, with a retired army captain shouting in my ear: “Number 67, you call that a burpee? You look more like the last turkey on the shelf you poor excuse of a man.”
Oh yes, and before I made the worst/best decision of my life, and jumped onboard the Rhizome train, I dabbled in a little medicine, accountancy and television production, before finally finding my calling in the world of PR.
After five years learning the ropes at a top 50 London agency, I teamed up with Dom, who I later discovered learnt everything he knew about PR from a shoe shine boy in Waterloo Station.
Nevertheless, the dream team was born.