As a boy, Drew was Harry Harrison’s biggest fan. Problem is, HH’s CV is as chequered as a cheap casino suit.

Inspired by this, Drew has landed himself the unpaid gig of a writer, after serving time behind bars (the licenced kind), as a welder’s apprentice, office jockey, lounge act, eclipse chaser, barista, magazine contributor, music industry lackey, and the inevitable novelist-du-jour role as a friturier. Oh, and riding shotgun through the desert in a Hyundai.

Drew’s currently engaged helping business execs from killing people with Powerpoint presentations.