Josephine Myles

Eccentric Englishwoman, absent-minded mother, proud bisexual, shameless tea-addict, serial textile craft hobbyist, iconoclastic logophile and writer of homoerotic romance—Josephine Myles is all these things at once. She has always known she was a bit different and spent her school years desperately trying to avoid being labeled the class swot, despite getting As across the board. Her teenage years were a mess of misplaced rebellion, substance abuse, sluttish behavior, body piercings and really silly hairstyles. She had great fun as far as she can remember, and just about the only thing she regrets is the hairstyles (all photographic evidence has since been destroyed) At the age of eighteen, Jo spent a year at art college where she became proficient at talking pretentious bollocks about sculptures made out of junk, hunting down roadkill animals to sketch, and growing cress on the surface of her paintings. Thankfully she decided not to take the career in dubious conceptual art any further. She then spent a couple of years on a variety of short term, dead-end jobs, because back in those days no decent employer wanted anything to do with a girl who dressed like Tank Girl, had a shock of dreadlocks, and was perpetually hungover. Fortunately, all that time spent washing up, bar tending, cleaning, litter picking and working in factories and warehouses, has given a middle class girl an understanding of how the other half lives.