Am I crazy? Every time. Every. Time. I say I’m an aspiring journalist, I’m met with the same flat-pack, freeze-dried, just-add-water, asinine response: “Huh, you sure it’s a good idea to try and join a dying industry?” After dusting myself off and being accosted by my partner (apparently, grabbing someone by their squidgy bits until(…)

I haven’t played Pokèmon GO today. I don’t know if I’ll make it much longer without it; I’m currently experiencing stomach cramps and cold sweats. Sometimes, I catch my hand drifting towards my phone to see if there’s anything around before I manage to catch myself. I’ve even tried to become enthralled in a new(…)

My first interview for a story was as nerve-wracking as I imagined. Asking questions to a complete stranger; praying I would get the answers that I was looking for, and hoping I wouldn’t say something that might offend them.  It was a story on food outlets being prosecuted for not following food safety regulations so(…)