Hello
again, as usual I need to apologise for not blogging in a while, however for
once I cannot blame my laziness. This time I have started work so rather than
being sat aimlessly at my computer I am doing hours, also our Internet has been
less than reliable recently.
However to
my point, with the topical subject of those dirty journos, as a (loosely
termed) trained journalist (I have my certificates, honest) why have I chosen
not to pursue the career in Fleet Street that I trained for?
So as some
of you who read my ramblings or know me within the ‘real world’ may know, I
spent three of my tender and developmental years training to become a
journalist. I enjoyed writing and I had interests in sport and music (in case
you hadn’t noticed) so I thought I would give it a pop. I worked hard, and
wrote constantly, in pursuit of becoming a journalist. I gained those
qualifications, however along the way I lost some of the passion that I had
when I walked in three years earlier.
