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ABOUT ME

Hi, I’m Ellis!

I’m a writer, actor, director and mouthy Scouser. 

My passion is exploring social and political issues through a comedic lens in hopes that it brings greater understanding and greater empathy. 

I started skinny, shattered and skint as a way of documenting my lived experience of the Coronavirus and the experiences of those closest to me.

After this pandemic (I’ll be getting absolutely twatted drunk and dive bombing into a pool) this blog will grow into how I, as a working class lad, navigate the world. 

I hope you enjoy what you read here. My dream is that this blog becomes some sort of community where we can discuss important issues, with respect and empathy, and help build a kinder and more thoughtful society. 

Please reach out on social media to share thoughts, ideas, opinions whatever you like. I want to hear from everybody who stumbles across my writing. It’s an incredibly lonely time for the planet so it’s nice to feel seen and heard wherever we can. 

I am skinny. I am shattered. But, with your help, I don’t always have to be skint... you can buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/ellishoward

Twitter: @Ellishowiee
Instagram: @Ellishoward7


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