I act and I write. Occasionally, even for money.
Alex was born and raised in Mykonos, Greece. He ran away from home at the age of 17 and, having travelled around Europe, settled in Britain when he was 18. He decided, in order to avoid army conscription, he might as well study law and economics and carved himself an accidental, but very promising career, in the civil service.
At the age of 35 a friend asked him to come along to some drama school auditions for moral support. Alex trained as an actor at The Poor School. He has plied his new trade at the National Theatre, Southbank Centre, Manchester Royal Exchange, Liverpool Playhouse, Bath Royal, Theatre Royal Stratford East and many other venues, almost exclusively playing very, very bad people.
In 2011 he started this blog, because he was really quite annoyed at the government. It has attracted millions of readers. He now writes serious things for The Guardian and The New Statesman, funny things for Radio 4 and runs a small critically acclaimed theatre company. He is working on his first novel, detailing his experiences of destitution, homelessness and depression. It is a lot funnier than it sounds.
Alex is in perpetual shock that anybody finds him any good at anything.
Guardian work: http://www.theguardian.com/profile/alex-andreou
New Statesman work: http://www.newstatesman.com/alex-andreou
I’ll admit I may have seen better days, but I’m still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, like a salted peanut. (All About Eve)