Welcome all to the first edition of my blog (I say ‘all’ it would probably be more appropriate to say hello mum).
What can I tell you about myself? I’m a trainee journalist. That will be enough for now. I don’t want to reveal too much this early on.
Starting this blog is remarkably hard. I’m either suffering from extreme writers block or I’m just a really boring person. If I’m being honest it’s more likely to be the latter. Bloody hell I’m revealing too much. Identity theft is becoming a real possibility now.
Right lets keep it simple. What have I done this week?
Monday was spent trying to get in contact with someone from a church beer festival. This ultimately failed. Is there anything worse being shunned by church-goes? Monday night was spent doing a media law essay. I really am living the dream! I was also hounded by people wanting my help. This led David ‘one pun’ Ford dubbing me ‘a young D C’. Now that is a scary thought.
Tuesday I went to Farsley Celtic. It was a freezing night and nothing happened but me and Smethhead got to go in the player’s tunnel and talk to ‘important people’. I overheard a conversation between one of the Gateshead players and their manager. What a waste of time that was. Even a translator couldn’t shed light on what they were saying. Bloody hell I thought I was hard to understand.
Wednesday was random. Me and the print and magazine rabble went to a police training centre in Wakefield aka the home of rhubarb. We had a mock press conference with some trainee detectives or something like that and we had to ask them tough questions. A polite press conference soon became a no holds barred blood fest and I soon found myself being ignored. So I did the only thing I could and asked the interviewee a harsh question which she quickly side-stepped. I think I won that battle though. Plus we got a free lunch. Result!
We also had a mock courtroom session with the Honourable (or not) Judge C. Nothing major came out of this apart from the revelation that one pun giggles when nervous.
Thursday law was due. Everyone was panicking in the print room. Everyone got it in on time though. However there were some casualties. KP fell asleep in law. Then again every war has casualties.
That night I also went to the Royal Television Society’s something to do with sport Q & A thing. O wait before I discuss this I must first congratulate Shep on his first PES victory. I’m sure it will be his first and last so lets make a big deal out of it while we can! Now that’s out of the way we can get back to the Q &A. The main highlights were Richard Caborne and some other guy kicking off about cricket, some guy with the longest question ever, which I have been reliably informed he has still not finished asking and the appearance of Brian Barwick. After going in to the event thinking ask Barwick ‘why McClarren,’ I actually left the event thinking he’s an alright guy. How strange.
The day can only be remembered for the revival of the Q ball- One pun pool partnership. A comfortable 4-1 victory definitely put Emster and Smethhead firmly in their place.
Friday: finally did the interview with the guy from the Horsforth Beer Festival. The guy was a sound enough guy. Although he started off by responding to every question with; “If I can refer you to the press release.” A bit of persistence and charm soon got him talking and the interview ended up sounding like the kind of relaxed conversation you would here in a pub.
The weekend has been a complete non-event really. This suited me quite well though because a chance to recharge the batteries can never be underestimated though. The fact that Blackburn weren’t playing was also good. I’m sick of having my weekend ruined by Jason Roberts and co.
Bloody hell this was actually quite a long rant. Well done if you’ve managed to get to the bottom. A prize to anyone who has got to the bottom. All you have to do is cover the administration costs. Just send a £5 check to 1 The Steel, PO Box (thanks for that idea Nick).
