So what do you do? I stared at the young lad who had come to rent my camera and my mind struggled for a few seconds. It was the first time I’d been asked that question by a total stranger since graduating from university. I find myself in a position difficult to describe; on one…Read more What Do You Do?
It's never a good sign when you can't remember the last blog post you wrote. A lot has happened since then. We had an election in the UK and as I was part of ITV's current affairs team, we were making documentaries on the leader of each political party. It was an amazing six weeks…Read more A Whole Summer Later…
After typing over 6000 words today, I have no idea why I have decided to write a post as I sit here eating a well-earned bowl of spaghetti bolognese. Well, it wasn't 6000 words of coursework or anything that required too much thinking, but 6000 words of logging. You should know what logging is from previous…Read more Let’s Type a Bit More
I'm not new to the work experience scene but the first morning is always nerve-wracking. It is the little questions that bother us young eager to please work experience students. What should I wear? Am I overdressed? Am I under dressed? I am two minutes late, is that bad? How are the people there? Of…Read more My Assignment @ On Assignment
Today I attended a demonstration calling for the abolition of tuition fees. However not as a demonstrator but as a member of my university TV crew and I must say it was quite an experience. Contrary to what many of the news outlets have attempted to portray the demo as, it was extremely peaceful despite…Read more Free Education Protest In Central London-November 2015
After two weeks of work experience, it is now back to revision for exams and completion of coursework. On reflection, I should have chosen to do work experience after my last exams but my university being the way it is, released exam dates far too late. But it should all work out, hopefully. They do…Read more Work Experience Part 2
Riding the train to Osterley, The cuffs of my shirt dig in, Unsettled and weary of the Unnatural position I was in. This strange crisp shirt, This odd little tie, These awkward lapels, These ankle biting shoes. It was all very strange for me. Was I wearing it right? Did I look the…Read more Riding Strange