Patrick is a feature writer for the Guardian. He also freelances for magazines who don’t directly compete with the mother-ship. In January 2012, MHP named him one of the top five young journalists to watch, while in 2009 he was journalist of the year at the Guardian Student Media Awards. Patrick’s work has also appeared in Wired, Time Out, the Daily Mail, the NME and the Sunday Times, and he has a first in English from Cambridge University, where he edited the main student weekly, Varsity. Patrick is currently writing a book about Denmark.

You can email him here – especially if you’ve got an idea for a story – and you can see his Guardian profile there. Patrick also has a Twitter feed, a mobile – 07823 322 087 – and a very talented brother.

Among other things, Patrick has reported from Estonia and Poland, and watched several people piss into the Gulf of Thailand. He has written the Guardian’s diary, and for a short period he deputised for Wikipedia. He has camped outside St Paul’s Cathedral, and inside a gym. He once shared a taxi with Rupert Murdoch. On occasion, Patrick can be very romantic. His favourite film is The Consequences of Love, and he worked on the tail-end of the Wikileaks investigation.

One time, he stuffed his stomach with a pork-flavoured duvet. A few weeks later, he ate some stinging nettles. He has met the drummer from Blur, and has been stuck in a lift with the drummer from the Bloodhound Gang. He has written at length about credit ratings agencies, and in brief about the Swiss franc.  He has interviewed several people who have made him cry.

In the name of journalism, Patrick has breakdanced, dived, and delivered takeaways all around north London. He went surfing in Newquay and met anarchists in Bristol. In Middlesbrough, he met some very savvy 12-year-olds.

He has written about reading and rioting, hacking and housing. And fonts. Valentine Warner once cooked him a meal in his kitchen. A year ago, he spent a whole day watching a cardboard box. Going back a bit, he opened Tower Bridge, all by himself. He has worn Lil Wayne’s shoes, and has met the man who invented the email attachment. He makes his own cards, and he has made some excellent puns about Twitter. His hair is cut by his brother.

He has also penned his fair share of crap.