Showing posts with label journalism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journalism. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Sun, sea and a salary

London Student, Volume 30, Issue 12, 16th May 2010, page 21.

(I quite like this one, even if I do say so myself).

And I have (albeit temporary) gainful employment, July-September. Hoo and Ray. Blogging is due to the fact it's impossible to concentrate, due to the man with the chainsaw outside. He's chopping down trees, not people. I hope. This is Hackney, after all.

That's it for news. Other than the fact my dissertation makes me want to run havoc with outside man's chainsaw (Disclaimer: this isn't actually true). Soon essay hell will all be over. Thank Christ.

Wednesday, 14 April 2010

Film reviews - 'From a Whisper' and 'Rough Aunties'

'Play' supplement,London Student, Volume 30, Issue 11, 15th March 2010, pages iv-v.

Singapore fling

London Student, Volume 30, Issue 9, 15th February 2010, page 25.

Disappointingly, my photo of the bequiffed pigeon was not included. So, I shall exert sub-editing powers on my blog instead.

Sunday, 11 April 2010

3 Worst Student Cities

I don't think it'll be any great surprise to anybody which crappy Leicestershire town sprang immediately to mind.

I hope to blog again properly tomorrow. Sunday has been spent recovering from a wonderful, but surreal weekend. These are, I feel, the best kind. I'll be doing it all again in a week; and the week after. I'm not entirely sure when my dissertation is actually going to get written up, but I suspect it may be improved by the presence of red wine.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

NCTJ

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.

Dinosaurs and Monuments and Shakespeares, oh my!

3 things every student should do in London - though everyone else should do them too, regardless of student status.

Monday, 15 March 2010

A childhood mingmong in Loughborough

Still trying to hunt down that somewhat important file. I did, however, find proof that I've been a sad, lonely and pathetic Doctor Who fan practically since the womb.

We had to make our own entertainment back in the mists of time (well, the 1990s). None of these shiny Doctor Who toys in bright orange packaging, or the internet, or mobile phones or non-terrestrial TV back in my day, y'know. (Well, the latter three did exist, they were just Very Expensive and we couldn't afford them). And TV used to closedown every night and start up again every morning, and if you got out of bed too early you had to sit through the testcard or Teletext teamed with lift music until the cartoons started. The SNES was the height of technology and Gameboys were the size of bricks with a two colour screen: black, and the bits that weren't black. None of these touch screen full-colour with a rechargeable battery wotsits. Basically, things were a bit crap. The Tories were in power back then, as well. Coincidence? I think not.

(c) Me, circa 1992-4 (Click to enlarge).

L-R: The Fourth Doctor, Romana, K9.

L-R: The Melkur (I think), K9, Me, The Fourth Doctor, the TARDIS, a Dalek.

'Fun Greetings of Dr Who'.

'How Dr Who met Erykah'

My artistic talents haven't particularly improved since the early-1990s.

I also discovered this - also from Doctor Who Magazine - which I'd completely forgotten about and means I can now technically include 'interviewing David Tennant' as one of my journalistic achievements. Excellent stuff.

What a spectacularly unexciting answer. For the record, an 'Erykah' cocktail would essentially be a Kalimotxo - not only does it contain two of my favourite things, but it's red, it's fruity, and has a bit of a kick to it. Though the Erykah-themed version would probably add a shot of absinthe in order to get everyone appropriately trashed.

Friday, 12 March 2010

Why do you want to be a journalist?

"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.

Saturday, 6 March 2010

The 3 Greatest Student Cities

are London, Brighton and Edinburgh. In my humble opinion, anyway.

Will hopefully add something with slightly more depth to this place in the next couple of days. Distracted due to having a dissertation progress meeting on Tuesday, which means I need to get all the thoughts in my head onto a bit of paper. Also need to transfer my notes into a form that is actually understandable by a normal human, and not just me, in order to prove I have actually done something. Fun times!

Sunday, 14 February 2010

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Harold Pinter

Below is an article I wrote for Cub, my uni magazine. Published December 2009.

(Please note that I do know how to spell 'Harold')


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Birds Eye View festival preview

From London Student:

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Saturday, 30 January 2010

Two new articles:

* Top 3 internet browsers
* The Lingerie Every Woman Should Have

Haven't had much of a chance to blog of late, as two writing deadlines and three job application deadlines have ended up on four consecutive days. As is the way of the world. My head is currently full of jargon about what a wonderfully enthusiastic team player I am, and the like. It's not particularly easy trying to make an English Lit degree sound even remotely relevant to the real world.

Fortunately, I haven't managed to get the two confused, as I'm not entirely sure prospective employers would appreciate being emailed about bras. Still, the GC is currently visiting, and it gives me a valid excuse to take refuge in my laptop rather than having to feign interest in the football.

In other news, I have discovered that the Bible doesn't spontaneously combust when I swear an oath on it. That was a definite relief, I was expecting the solicitor to declare me damned by God.

Perhaps luckily, it was just the New Testament and Psalms rather than the entire Bible. Any of that Old Testament stuff about fraternising with gays, wearing mixed fibres or daring to be around other people during that time of the month, and I'd have been straight up in flames.