The eldest son of a man and a woman, Josh like any normal boy had dreams of growing up to be a fireman, an Astronaut, and black.
After graduating university Josh fell into advertising like any good crack-addicted-beekeeper searching for free online porn. (Is there such a thing any more?)
Upon his arrival in Sydney, Josh basked in the radioactive glow of advertising, only to leave a job somewhat amicably (amicably - that means legal dispute - right?) after an emailed poem allegedly featuring his boss being nailed to a cross while wearing a bunny suit for Easter was passed on to management.
Josh currently works as a writer paid in sack-rubs and pokes to the eye.