Short, gobby Loughborough girl living in London. Mostly powered by caffeine. Talented at falling over. Theatre-goer; feminist; travel addict; vegetarian; dinosaur-obsessive; bibliophile; cynic; bleeding heart liberal. Often under the influence of red wine.
Friday went better than I thought. I have been offered a place on the News Associates NCTJ course, starting part-time in September! Woo, Hoo, and everything in between.
I am now going to draw the curtains and do a victory dance around my bedroom.
"Because, if television has taught me anything, being a journalist means I can spend my days drinking wine, reading the Guardian, and perching on dry stone walls. Admittedly, the latter needs work, but I've got the first two down to a fine art."
I went for my NCTJ interview/exam today. I'm not entirely sure how well it went, I managed to completely forget I'd done work experience at the BBC and instead waffled on about relatively unimpressive stuff. Arsebiscuits.
Though I would recommend the free workshop at News Associates to anybody interested in writerly things - and you don't even have to sandwich it between an interview and a test, as I did. On the subject of sandwiches, News Associates even provided us with food. I think they're wonderful.