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Iain Aitch

I was born in Margate, Kent to the sound of a ropey tape recording of the Bow Bells – as all good Margatonians are. I was christened on the Scenic Railway and later renounced my faith in the River Caves. I didn't like school, they didn't like me and I got out of town as soon as I could. And no, I never slept with Tracey Emin.

Somehow, the people at the dole office tricked me into working there. It took me some years to realise that, despite my vastly improved blackjack skills, the job wasn't for me. I invented World Phone in Sick Day, became a writer and began organising an annual rampage by hundreds of Santa Clauses.

2003 saw the publication of my first book, A Fête Worse Than Death. My second book, We're British, Innit, was published by Collins in 2008 (and in paperback in June 2010).

Readers of the Guardian have selected articles by me as their favourite of the year on three occasions. I write for them, the Daily Telegraph, Times, Express, Coast and a host of other publications. I can often be seen as a guest on TV shows such as BBC Breakfast and Sky News, where I talk about Britain, Britishness, identity and pop culture. I also pop up as an expert on Britishness, Englishness, youth subculture, history and fashion on radio.

I work as a creative consultant and write the odd exhibition catalogue essay for artists, as well as coming up with branding and marketing ideas for artists and businesses alike.

My work has appeared in numerous books, about everything from art to the seaside and youth culture to how to write well. I am also quoted as a source in several dictionaries.

 

Iain Facts

I was knocked down by a car when I was seven years old. I ran out from behind an ice cream van.
I like root beer. Please send me some.

I sunburn easily.

As a teenager I had big punk rock hair.
I'm 5' 10" tall.
Someone at The Mirror newspaper once said that I should be behind bars.
I can't drive.
I can do a weird contortion thing with my arms. It doesn't look nice.
I am that bloke on the telly who appears with Britishness expert written under his name