What I’ve Learnt From Scoring My First Full-Time Writing Job


Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet, lads. My mindless nattering on this blog has been replaced by repetitive product descriptions for a fashion website called Farfetch. Yep, I’ve only gone and got myself an actual, proper, real, legit, full-time writing job.

I now work 9-6 Monday to Friday as a Freelance English Content Writer (got a job title & everything m8), writing descriptions for clothing/accessories/bags/shoes and jewellery. I genuinely never thought I’d ever say that I’m writing about labels such as Gucci, Alexander McQueen, Stella McCartney, Philipp Plein and Saint Laurent. I mean, before I got this job I didn’t know anything about these brands, let alone ever worn any of them. So when I got the job, I was pretty shocked.

If you read my last post you’ll know the ordeal I went through with my ankle. I fell out a taxi shit-faced drunk (don’t drink on an empty stomach folks), waited 5 hours for an ambulance on my bathroom floor, got a fuck-ton of metal shoved into my leg, and was sofa-bound for about a month. It was a shit time. But alas, I’m basically a Transformer now, so it’s all good. Anyway, being laid on the sofa for that amount of time does bring about a significant level of boredom. I applied to so many writing jobs – freelance, of course. It wasn’t like I could move or anything. One of them was for Farfetch, who were hiring lots of freelance writers for the busy summer season when they get lots of product coming in. A few days later I got an e-mail, had a phone interview with the recruitment consultant, then another phone interview with the supervisor from the office in London. Two days later, I’d got the job. It was as simple as that, really.


Here are a few things I’ve learnt, two months into my first actuallegitrealfulltime writing job.

Anyone can do it.

OK, so when I say anyone, I don’t mean absolutely anyone. I can’t really imagine MC Devvo doing a job like this, tbh. But if you’re a decent writer, have spare time over the summer and want to earn some extra money, anyone can find a freelance writing job. All you have to do is explore all the options. Set up a profile on sites like Upwork and Freelancer and get your name out there. There are loads of little jobs to get you started. Some pay well, some don’t. But it’s extra money at the end of the day. Now I wouldn’t have said this before, since I never really had much luck on online job forums – but I found the Farfetch job literally just by typing into Google: “online freelance writer jobs”. It directed me to a freelance job board, full of part-time and full-time writing jobs. It literally sounds too good to be true, but it isn’t. All you need is a knack for writing, a good CV, and a cover letter that shows you’re passionate.

It’s unsociable.

I think one thing I wasn’t prepared for when I started the job was just how anti-social it was actually going to be. If you want to be a freelance writer, prepare for long days sitting at your desk, square eyes from staring at a screen for too long, neck pain, and the anti-social factor that comes with it. When you’re a freelancer it’s not like you have colleagues you can chat/banter with; it’s just you, your laptop and the other freelancers to chat to on Skype. But you’re all so busy that you can barely keep up a conversation. It was hard for me at first, because if I go a day without seeing anyone then I feel really low. But it’s something I’ve learnt to work with, and I’m used to it now. I just make sure to make plans in the evening rather than in the day, and it’s all good.

I know what designer a bag is by just by looking at it.

Never thought I’d say this. Unless you’re a millionaire, I really don’t see the point in spending a bomb on a tiny bag that you can’t even take out in the rain. However, this new job has kind of changed that for me a bit. Of course, I still don’t earn enough to swan around in five different designers, but if something’s on sale and under £150 (and I really like it, obvs) then it’s actually something I’d consider now. Plenty of times in the last few weeks I’ve been walking around Sheffield amongst international students carrying designer bags, and I instantly know what designer it is. I’ll just be casually sitting in the Diamond eating a chicken tikka baguette and someone will walk past and “Stella McCartney” will flash through my brain. I then have to slap myself for being such a pretentious dick. No, I joke. Obviously if I’m writing about fashion I’m gonna be learning about it at the same time, and it’s actually been nice to expand my knowledge on something I previously didn’t know an awful lot about. Plus, if ever I go into working for some sort of fashion magazine/blog/website/whatever, at least I have some experience under my belt writing for a reputable fashion company.

So, now you know what’s been keeping me so god damn bizzzzy. My days are littered with tote bags, mingin’ brogues that I’ll never afford, and a serious case of square eyes and neck pain. But, I’ll say it again… it’s pretty cool to have an actual.real.legit writing job. Go Davo!


I take smug lift selfies now & everyfin.

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