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Lee Krawczyk (pronounced Kraft-Check) became a full-time freelance journalist in April 2005. A graduate of English & American literature, Lee began his career in journalism by writing for the Liverpool Student paper covering various genres including news, sport, music and film.

After achieving a 2:1 in July 2001, Lee worked in Liverpool for a further three years, somehow ending up in the glamorous, cut-throat world of Higher Education. During this period he continued to write a variety of articles for local music publications as well as progressing to feature writer for music & lifestyle magazine Notion.

In early 2005 Lee realised that choosing a suit with a new shirt and tie combo everyday was just too hard and so headed back to his native south to set up Fat Custard Media - a journalism house designed to showcase his writing talents. An early stint in music journalism saw him interview Alicia Keys and deeply upset a DJ called Pete Tong (to whom he confessed that he thought dance music was ‘a bit shite’). He has since gone on to write for lad’s magazines FRONT, Maxim and FHM whilst establishing himself as a film reviewer for Notion. Taking his vivacious writing style with him, Lee has also applied his skills to videogames journalism, writing a collection of articles and reviews for Future Publishing’s PSW Magazine. His finest hour came in spring 2006 when, against fierce competition, he won £10 in a caption competition for Woman’s Weekly.

His talent for mixing serious journalism with a sprinkling of humour has ensured enough commissions to survive so far. All he asks is for you to offer him the chance to grace the pages of your own publications. If you could also pay him within 365 days he’d very much appreciate it. The pain of the Highbury House cock-up still cuts deep.