Rob Pegley
Rob Pegley used to be a carefree freelance writer in the UK almost two decades ago, and thought he was pretty good at it. His money went on beer, books, CDs (plus the odd cassette), and more beer. Life was fairly one-dimensional, but it was a dimension he was very comfortable with.
Then he became a full-time sub-editor on a magazine, then a deputy editor, then an editor – each time he took a step up he could afford more books, more CDs and more beer, but a tiny part of his soul died.
He won an award as the British Society of Magazine Editor’s Specialist Editor of the Year in the late nineties, and that was enough to swing him a job in Australia. He keeps the award near his desk to let people know that he was once quite talented.
He was previously editor of Alpha, Australia’s biggest selling men’s monthly, and among his claims to fame are lending Warnie a pair of socks for a photoshoot, sharing a urinal with John Howard at the Dally M’s, and buying Anthony Mundine a steak sandwich.
He is now Group Publisher of the Men’s Specialist Division with News Magazines, where he manages 13 titles (lucky for some) including Alpha, Australian Golf Digest and Big League. These days his money is spent on books, iTunes (plus the odd CD), and three gorgeous, but surprisingly brand-savvy young children.
Painfully aware that The Punch is awash with insightful opinion about politics and world news, Rob is hopeful that he can pass of his rambling anecdotes as ‘lifestyle writing’. Like many writers on the site, he wrote his own biography in the third person and in a fairly self-deprecating way. He would be absolutely livid if someone else had written this about him.
Articles by Rob Pegley
Liking television doesn’t make me a vacuous idiot
UPDATE 10.30am: The author is in a panic following the release of a study this morning that showed watching television…... Read more
Turn the baby monitor off before you argue
I’ve decided to use my latest post as research for a book I’d like to write. It’s called 101 Things…... Read more
Confessions of a hypochondriac
“Just because I’m a hypochondriac, it doesn’t mean I’m not ill”. Sick, clichéd, but true. In my stronger moments I…... Read more
A wife and 2.4 tattoos
When did everyone suddenly get tattoos? And marginally more sinister, why do I want some? I’m in my early forties,…... Read more
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From: Punch on: Open thread 09/02/2012
marley says:
I'm one of the older ones, so I've certainly seen a few changes in my time. When I started school I learned to write with a nib pen, dipped in an inkwell (no, I'm not kidding). My mother became a dab hand at getting inkstains out of my clothes. Flicking ink at one another in the classroom was an essential… [read more]From: I’d rather have a piece of toast than listen to crap lyrics
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Led Zeppelin are responsible for my all-time favourite mixed metaphor: "There you sit, sit and stare, like a book on a shelf rusting." (Misty Mountain Hop) I laugh every time I hear it. Hmmm, I believe I've decided what to play on the way to work today. [read more]Gentle jabs to the ribs
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Well, puck me with a fitchfork. The F-word is apparently an acceptable part of Australian speech. That’s… Read more