That’s the opener of someone who really means something.
And I do.
If you’re sick of ‘alternative facts’ and ‘fake news’ then this is for you. If not, don’t bother reading another word.
“No more alternatives, just good, old-fashioned investigative journalism delivered when you need it – which is when stuff is happening, not months later when it’s too bloody late.”
I don’t work for a newspaper, I’m not on big bucks. I was once bankrupt. I was once a whistleblower. I was once a copper. I’m none of those things now, but I want to make chasing far-right bullshit my full-time job.
And I don’t just mean being a keyboard warrior, I want to get up in their grubby little business and get to the goddamned truth. I’m doing this properly, as an NUJ card-holding investigative journalist.
“Fuck it, I’m begging and we all know it.”
I started doing this for free again earlier this year, being published by The Common Space and accidentally crowdfunded £2,000 to take on the alt-right over Trump’s comments on Sweden. As a result, I now write for Byline, an independent journalism platform which is fully signed up to the new Impress regulations – so it’s legit.
You can read the work out of Sweden so far on the links below, but I need to stop pussyfooting around and ask you something.
Fuck it, I’m begging and we all know it.
I want you to support my work so I can chase down the leads I’ve already picked up and follow the trail from Sweden, across the UK, to France, to Germany, and beyond. And I have to be honest, time isn’t going to fucking wait.
To be able to cover the work, drop my day job which puts food on the table, and cover the regular travel I need to be doing to kick these rocks, I need to be hitting £6,000 a month.
Sounds like a lot, right?
To you, that’s a quid a month if 6,000 if you sign up to monthly subscriptions at my Byline page. That’s also £1 not spent on the Express, Mail, or anything owned by Rupert Bloody Murdoch.
That means I can get on with this.
Some people have already committed more. Others have chucked in what they can as a one-off. Quite a few people prefer to donate to me directly through PayPal.
Yeah, I’m begging. No I’m not ashamed.
And yes, I do want to make sure that every article I produce is balanced, factual, and without a single sniff of fake about it. No more alternatives, just good, old-fashioned investigative journalism delivered when you need it – which is when stuff is happening, not months later when it’s too bloody late.
“I’m not prepared to sit here on my hands when there’s a chance my actions could make a difference.”
I don’t care whether you donate £1 or a £1,000 but what I can’t do is sit by in this mental world and do nothing. This is all I’ve got and I’m going at it hard, I just need a leg up.
Donate, share, slag me off, I don’t care. But I’m not prepared to sit here on my hands when there’s a chance my actions could make a difference. (And I know for a fact one person can make a difference because I’ve done that before).
“I don’t care whether you donate £1 or a £1,000 but what I can’t do is sit by in this mental world and do nothing.”
That’s me begging. Fuck pussyfooting.
Donate, share, slag me off, I don’t care.