I am very pleased to say that after a short break from blogging I have returned to shower you with more utter drivel! It’s been a while since my last post, and while I could sit here and claim that I’ve been extremely busy and just haven’t had the time, I’ve decided to be honest instead: I am very lazy.
Christmas is now out of the way and I am now back in Lincoln, preparing for the final few months of my degree and facing up to the reality that in the very near future I’m going to have to get a real job. I’m looking forward to it, but at the same time it scares the absolute crap out of me and the same questions keep going round and round in my head:
Will I get a job?
What if it takes ages?
Do editors want deafies on their team?
What if I go completely bald before I’m thirty?
Important questions, as I’m sure you’ll agree. The main problem I have is that as I said before, I’m a lazy bones and have to really enjoy a job if I’m actually going to do it properly, and well.
One thing that worries me is my lack of work experience. Lots of other people on my course have done no end of work experience with local newspapers, magazines, radio stations and student publications. My experience so far is:
Siren FM Co-editor of sport from September 2007 to present, working on the ‘Listen Up Lincoln’ news programme, the odd shift answering phones on the BBC Radio Lincolnshire Breakfast Show switchboard and two articles in Bullet, the main student magazine at the University of Lincoln.
Another worry that I’ve had is the lack of jobs being advertised in radio. I scanned a few websites including the Guardian jobs page and found that there is very little available except in executive positions, and I’m realistic enough to accept that I’m not yet worth £50,000 a year.
I think it’s probably going to be a case of sending samples of my work to as many stations as possible and hoping for the best, rather than trawling though lists of jobs and hoping that the right one crops up.
On a completely different subject, everyone seems to be going a bit mental recently, and by everyone I mean Britney Spears. Britney is unfortunately heading for an early grave if her current behaviour continues, and the media are loving it. The stories of concern for her welfare aren’t fooling anyone; trouble for Britney = £££’s for ‘papers.
Even more crazy than Britney is her obsessive fan Chris Crocker, who’s video diaries have become a hit on Youtube. I’d put one of his videos on here for you to see, only I find him deeply upsetting and repulsive, so you’ll have to find them yourself.
Another crazy person making the news today is vile midget and (alleged) placenta-eating freak Tom Cruise, who is suiing British journalist Andrew Morton for claims made about him and his laughable religion Scientology. Frankly, I don’t know what is and isn’t true about the cult (and it is a cult), because the whole thing ridiculous, and all those who’ve fallen for it are fools.
Personally, I don’t buy into religion. There is virtually no evidence to back any of them up and overwhelming evidence to support the theory of evolution, and that we evolved from apes. I also don’t believe that the first man and woman on earth would have bothered with names.
Anyway I’m off, and on the day of the FA Cup fourth round draw, and potentially the end of Luton Town FC, I’ve decided it’s only fitting that I leave you with the highlights of their 1959 Final appearence, when they were beaten 2-1 by the mighty Nottingham Forest!
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