Thursday, 22 September 2011

Spider troubles

So, for those of you who do not know this about me, I do not like spiders. They are creepy. All leggy and furry and ahhh they make me shiver. Even talking about them makes me panic.

I have had a few bad experiences with spiders. One of which involved my boyfriend (who is also afraid of spiders- what is that about?!). One night I was in the bathroom of my house brushing my teeth, when in the mirror I noticed something massive on the wall next to my bathroom door.
This thing was HUGE, in the mirror it looked like a big black spot and I thought it was maybe a hole in the wall- I don't know why there would be a hole in the wall, but this was the most sensible conclusion cause this was huge.

But, when I turned around it was not a hole in the wall, oh no it was the biggest spider I have ever seen.
Being a sensible female I screamed. Very loudly.

When I screamed the spider moved. Now at this point I was standing on the floor and thought if it comes off the wall onto the floor it will crawl onto my leg and then... well i don't know what would have happened then but the thought was horrific.

The only way out of the bathroom was to pass the monster- and as obviously the spider meant me harm and would leap off the wall towards me, this was not an option. So I did the sensible thing and jumped in the sink.

Ultimately my boyfriend, who was very brave considering he normally screams like a girl, saved me. But this should give you an idea of how much I hate spiders.

So, two weeks ago i stumbled into my bathroom in the morning and went to get into the bath for a shower and as I lifted my foot over, looked down and there was a massive spider.
I jumped back and, trying not to scream thought something along the lined of "Oh bother there is a large spider."

As it was early in the morning I decided to man up and deal with the spider myself. So grabbing the shower head, I chased the beast round the bath until I flushed it down the plug hole.
I was victorious, or at least i thought I was until I moved the water and incywincy mega spider came up the spout again.

It was indestructible. so now I knew that simply putting it down the plug was not enough to defeat this thing so i once again flushed it down the plughole. Then I put in the plug and then, after seeing it's super spider sense, I put a heavy object on top to ensure it stayed away.

After this I felt slightly shaken. So I showered quickly and stepped out with a sigh of relief that the spider had not escaped its watery tomb.

I lifted up my hair towel, and as I flung it forward to wrap up my hair- a spider fell out. Ahhhhhh!
It was quite a small spider, probably the beast in the baths child, but a spider nonetheless and it was almost on my head. The thought now makes me shiver.
After running into the hall butt naked, I pulled myself together and went to work- but I am telling you I was not in a happy place.

But as all people must do when faced with adversity, I soldiered on.

The next day, my shower went smoothly, the towels were spider free and I was very smugly driving on the dual carriage way when disaster struck.

A spider was hanging over my window. Quite a big spider, just hanging there, taunting me with it's multiple eyes and it's fangs.

Once again I went "oh dear a spider in my can and I am driving rather fast. What an interesting problem" or something along those lines.

I knew I had to act quickly before it ended up on me and I caused a crash. So gathering all my courage I put down the window and slapped the nasty spider as hard as I could so it flew out the car onto the road.

Then I screamed for quite a while.

After these two days of spider-related disasters I am now more paranoid than ever. My own hair frightens me when I am asleep, as it goes across my skin and I think it's a monster, I am scared to lift things in case one of them is waiting for me.

And as a new precaution, as I heard you swallow spiders in your sleep I am going to start sleeping in an space suit like NASA Astronauts wear (If anyone knows where I can get one I will appreciate the help).

I am frightened.

But anyway that's all for now. I hope you are well and far from any nasty spiders.


Wednesday, 31 August 2011

the journey home

Many people who drive home from work every-day and get stuck in traffic will be able to relate to this post.

At around 20 past 5 every weekday, after grinning as I zoom down the dual carriageway, singing the great escape, my mood is ruined as I hit the inevitable rush hour traffic which sees me slowly edging towards a roundabout in my bid to get home.

In the month and a bit I have been doing this I have started to notice certain people around me who also do the same journey from Monday to Friday.

There is the girl in the red car who chews chewing gum, the grumpy faced businessman who despite having a very nice car, seems unable to drive and often gets too excited by gaps in front of him, speeds up too quickly, and then has to brake suddenly.  There is the 30-odd year old man, in the blue car who always smokes and looks very content to just sit in traffic.

And finally, there is a person I hope I never encounter again in rush hour traffic. . . . the man in the silver car. Here is why. . .

Last Friday I was sitting in the car waiting patiently for the traffic to move, when Radio 1 played a song which I like a-lot. So I decided to sing along. But not just sing, oh no dear readers, I was performing - Loudly and dramatically .

Just as I was half way through belting out the first chorus I turned my head to see man in silver car sitting staring at me with his mouth wide open, clearly shocked and surprised by my larger-than-life performance.

Immediately I stopped singing and tried to retain my dignity. I noticed that in his shock, silver car man had missed a massive 2 car space in front of him and thankfully he moved forward. However I then moved forward too and it was a dance, I would get away from this man who I had just completely embarrassed myself in front of then he would be next to me again. It was very upsetting! So finally I got round the round-about and we sped away from each other.

But still the fear remains that he will return and I will be once again singing. . .

Much Love

Sunday, 14 August 2011

This week at work

So, I had a very interesting week at work this week. I will not bore you with all of the details, but a few amusing things did happen to me.
At the start of the week, I was sent in search of a Scorpion. Yes a scorpion. I am not going to lie I was terrified! Basically, a scorpion had jumped out of a box of fruit at a local shop. When we found the story we did not know when this had happened. So I was terrified. . . armed with my camera I went off in search of the scorpion (I contemplated picking up a stick on the way so I could keep it back). Bravely I entered the shop, and looked around for the creature, I looked up too as I wasn't sure if scorpions could jump - I didn't want it landing on my head! However it soon became clear that the scorpion was long gone. Relieved I returned to the office and hoped that there would be no more creatures crawling around.
I then had to go out and take a photo at a local church, I arrived at the Church to find the main door open and walked into the main body of the church. It was quite dark and surrounded by pews I cautiously headed up the aisle looking for where I wanted to be. Now normally I do not think Churches are scary but there alone, in the dark with only candles, I was a little frightened. In fact I was doing this thing I do where I dictate my own news story in my head when in a bad situation. It went like this:
"A Young journalist was today missing from the Aberdeenshire area. It is believed she left the office at around 11 and was last seen entering an old church..." I had just reached the sob story about how wonderful and talented I was (No need to be modest when you are missing) when I was stopped in my tracks - 
"Hello," came a voice behind me and I got the fright of my life. "Oh God" I shouted and turned round to be faced with the vicar. Uh oh.
After apologising profusely for using the lords name in vain I found where I was going.
I would just like to point out that normally I really like being in churches, I find them calming and I do not really think they are a likely place for a crime scene. But you never know.
So those are a few of my adventures this week, at least I cant ever say my life is predictable.
I hope that this blog finds you all safe and well.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

I'm a professional. No really, I am!

Since starting my real job, I have been feeling quite grown-up and have been attempting to act all professional and like I know what I am doing.
Sadly however, the power of thought seems unable to overcome my clumsiness and general lack of ability at life and as a result I have had some truly whopping moments so far.
One of these moments came in my second week working as a reporter, I was returning from being out at a story but I could not get the office door open (In my defence it is quite stiff) a man at reception had to come and open the door for me and said, "have you never opened a door before?"
He then asked "If you are here with a story for the paper just let the receptionist know and she will get you a journalist" He clearly assumed I had never been in the building before because well, lets face it, I was defeated by a door. So I told him, "Erm actually I am one of the reporters" and decided to scuttle upstairs and hide under my desk, however fate was against me and what I did instead was walk into the pull door and almost fall over. This is the first event which ruined my ability to look professional.
The next event happened, once again on a job where I was getting in my car to leave the job and I stalled twice and then reversed instead of going forward, this would have been fine had the people I was photographing not decided to come up to the car and give me a cheery good-bye.
Then whilst out on a story, I triumphantly pulled out my notepad, ready to get my shorthand on, I looked all impressive and ready for action when I noticed. hanging out the back of my notepad an empty crunchie packet...
As well as having general issues functioning on day to day events I have also had some problems with the phones. Now the call transfer system is confusing and I transferred one guy back to myself three times before hanging up on him (If you are reading this I AM SO SORRY!)
But as well as the technology letting me down my complete inability to speak sense has also proved an issue with me leaving one poor man three numbers on his answering machine, with apologies in between as I got them wrong, and then afterwards I realised that actually NONE of the three combinations were right.
Then I have another issue, giving out my email address, people always double check the letters and you know when you go yes that is a for alpha for example, well I always come up with the most ridiculous examples and I said to someone the other day yes that is p for philharmonic, they must have thought what a twat.
But apart from this things are going swimmingly well.

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

A serious note

I know that I normally fill my blogs with random musings and stories from my life which I hope you find amusing. However today I am going to write the blog on a more serious note. If you are thinking, oh no don't do that, I would suggest you skip this blog and wait for my next (hopefully) witty installment about the life of fi. But if you are prepared for something a little different then read on.
When he was interviewed on Friday, just hours after Norway came under attack, the mayor of Oslo, when asked what he wished he could do for the children on Utoya island he replied with, I wish I could be there right now and stand in front of them and get shot instead. This was met by a stunned silence from the interviewer. Stunned not only over such an honest response by a politician, but also because of the weight of his response, he wanted to die in their places.
At the same time as this interview took place, holidaymakers near the island where the shooting was happening were taking their boats out into dangerous waters to rescue the people caught up in the violence.
Meanwhile on the island hundreds of children were hiding from a man with a gun. Stories have emerged of children hiding under the bodies of their friends and under beds for hours because they feared for their lives. There are also tales of the survivors then helping the wounded after it was all over. The victims have since then spoken out about what happened, and thousands have marched through the streets, standing up in defiance against one mans hate.
Many people will say that the last week in Norway has been a week of fear and violence. But when I look at what happened I see bravery. So often at times of great human suffering the stories which emerge are those of horror, and what is lost is that those involved are often so courageous and at times like these, it is not only the worst aspects of human nature which emerge, but also the best.
I always remember watching 9/11 I sat staring in absolute horror at what was happening. I saw the firemen and other civilians who, whilst people were running away to escape the buildings, were running the other way. They were the brave people who were trying desperately to save lives. I remember thinking I cant believe it they are going towards the danger - They ran into the fire.
Every act of terror is aimed at somehow making a statement, or destroying a country. Yet what I see, is that yes people die and it is horrific, but also so many come out stronger than before, because regardless of how horrible and evil a person is, I still believe there is more good in the world and that is why whenever something terrible happens you will always see someone who runs into the fire. This gives me hope.
So I know that it has been a sad week, and I hope this blog finds you all safe and well wherever you are.
I promise my next blog will provide some comedy relief.

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Week one

All week this week my alarm has been set for 7am. "What?" I hear you cry, "that's a bit early for you isn't it?" - Yes it is.
However I have not started setting my alarm for 7 just for fun, no this week I finally ditched sleep and midweek drinking and started a real job. DUN DUN DUN....
So actually, I will be setting my alarm at 7 every morning for the forseeable future. Which is depressing as that time and myself in the morning are not friends. And it is not just the getting up in the morning that is the problem. I have to get up, THEN shower, THEN get dried, THEN do my hair, THEN do my make-up, THEN get dresses. It is exhausting.
But wait, I hear you cry, we want to know about your first week, well dear readers I will hold you in suspense no longer. Here are a few highlights of my first week as a reporter for a newspaper (Which due to me wanting to keep my job will be referred to as the paper.)
Day 1 - I had an interesting conversation with someone who called the paper, I answered the phone with a smile, hoping for my Pulitzer prize winning story, and here is  how my conversation went-

Old lady says "hello, is that my paper?"
I went erm.... well i am not the paper but you are through to the the paper.
Oh yes, she says, you have my paper. (I would like to point out at this point that I do not have her paper.)
I dont think I do have your paper, I am sorry you will have to explain....
"Well, I asked my local post office to get the paper but they said you have it."
Me? Really? I have no paper honestly!....
So I explain, I think you are talking to the wrong department... I write the paper.
"What you wrote on my paper?"
No, look try this number and they might be able to help you...
"Ok dearie but if you do see my paper, there should be two copies, please take good care of them as I might not get to pick them up until thursday as it is my neighbour Gladys' daughter's wedding tomorrow, Oh I do hope it doesn't rain."
I am sure the weather will be better.
"Yes but in the mean time dear please take care of my papers. Thank-you."
I went to try and find the papers. I couldn't. I feel bad.
I bet clarke kent didn't have to deal with this much stress.
Day 2 - I went out to take a photograph and got soaked, ended up looking like a drowned rat and lost all notes from story due to smudged ink. Kindly person at photograph suggested I use pencil to write my hieroglyphics (otherwise known as shorthand.) Seriously considering buying dictaphone....
Day 3- I got my picture taken to go in paper as introduction to local community. It is quite large picture and was placed on page 3... which is funny really as when I used to tell people I wanted to work for newspapers the witty reply I always got (Mainly from males) was hahaha what page? hahaha page 3? hahaha.... So  there we go. I can tick that one off on my list of achievements.
Day 4- Paper came out, Yes my first I am getting paid to write this paper. How cool is that?
I would like to point out that this is just a selection of things I have done, it is not the entire inventory of my week, but these are a few key points.
I have learned lots of new technological stuff and have been very happy spending my week getting paid to write because, as you all are sadly too aware, I love writing.
So it seems so far the job is going well although I am already bored of sandwiches so any nice lunch suggestions will be much appreciated :D
Fi "Crack reporter" Stokes

Just to clarify, I have not yet been asked to hack any telephones. However if you fee your phone is worth hacking let me know. :-)

Saturday, 16 July 2011

where were you when?

There are many events in history where people go where were you when? 9/11 happened, Diana died etc etc. One of those events happened this week. I can picture it now, twenty years time a young girl turns to her dad and asks "Where were you when they released the last ever harry potter film?" Let me tell you where I was.

I was in a restaurant drinking wine and celebrating my graduation. On July 14th after four long years of studying lots of journalism-related things and lots of not so journalism related things I finally got to put on my gown, walk across the stage and claim my award. Which is, by the way, printed on very fancy paper with gold leaf. I am going to put it on my fridge with a magnet which says "sometimes I think I know everything, then I wake up," so if you ever want to see it come round for a cuppa.

Anyway, back to graduation. Graduation is quite a nerve wracking day, it has been a long time coming and after it, you are not a student anymore. Ahhh, no more discounts, no more free council tax, no more all day lie-ins and most importantly no more mid week drinking sessions. So really it is a momentous occasion. In fact, one of the many speeches at graduation described us as now being experts in our fields, which is quite a scary thought. They also asked us what difference were we going to make in the world? Heavy stuff for half past two on a Thursday. But speeches aside the big moment at graduation is when you walk across the stage.

I had watched about six classes before mine graduate. I think I had it down, you walk on stage, they bop you on the head put your hood on, shake your hand then you walk across the stage. I was so prepared. However, standing side of stage I was overcome with cold panic. Looking back I am not really sure why, I mean it is not like I was going to forget how to walk and just crumble on stage, and I am fairly sure my underwear, tights, dress and gown were not going to fall off and I was not going to walk across the stage naked. But despite this, I was so nervous I thought I was going to be sick, possibly even be sick on the university chancellor. So why, I hear you wonder, was I so worried? It is the dreaded graduation day fall. It haunts every graduate. What if I get half way across the stage and I fall, flat on my face. And then what, well everyone will laugh, and say things like "How did she get a degree? She cant even walk without falling."

But despite this fear of The Fall, I got across the stage, and thanks to the wonderful people in my life I was greeted by a riotous cheer. I did not vomit, I remembered how to walk and all of my clothes stayed on. All in all it was a success!

After this we took lots of pictures drank lots of wine and celebrated. Graduation is quite an overwhelming day, and most people who have been through it would agree. I think when you do to university you never think of what happens afterwards. But here I am, it is not afterwards and I am feeling pretty good. I don't regret going to uni for a moment. I have met some truly amazing people, many of whom I hope will be life long friends. And now, as I sit post graduation looking back with a tinge of sadness that it is over, I cant help but think of the words from one of my favorite books, "Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they are yours." And with that note, to all my fellow graduates I wish you all the best in life and that  the most you ever wanted will be the least you ever have. And hopefully I will be there with you to share your successes.


Monday, 11 July 2011

the end of an era

Hello dearest reader,

I am sorry it has been a long time since you last heard from me. But I have been a busy bunny. One of the things which I have done in the last two weeks is I worked my last EVER waitresssing shift. This is because of the imminent start of my journalism career. I have waitressed since I was 17 so putting down my last ever plate of food felt like an achievement. I complain about waitressing a-lot! I have spent the majority of saturday nights for the past 5 years serving other people food and  trying to do so with a smile. Also, I have not had a hogmanay off since I started serving food. However despite this I have had some good times as a waitress, I thought I would share a few of my favourite moments of my service career with you.

On my first night as a waitress I was working at a very posh hotel in the banqueting department. Now as anyone who has worked in the industry knows, your first night is terrifying. The plates are hot and heavy, the customers often narky and the chefs terrifying. So as I attempted to clear a table and expertly stack the plates on my arm when, horror of horrors I dropped a fork down a womans dress. But the big man was on my side and, she didn't notice. The back of her dress was drapey (bad english i know sorry but it describes it perfectly) and it appeared to have slipped down unnoticed. So I walked away. I still to this day wonder if the woman noticed before she got home or took off her dress and wondered, where did that come from?

Another one of my finer waitressing moments was when I had moved to the restaurant of this fancy establishment and I was delivering a birthday cake to a table and... I dropped it. WORST. MOMENT. EVER. I stood looking down at the cake at my feet and instead of apologising  I burst into hysterical laughter and had to duck away with a very red face, fortunately the table saw the funny side. Sadly, my manager did not.

Then there was the time I was opening champagne and the cork lept out and hit an antique picture on the wall, once again an event which myself and the customers found hilarious but the manager did not.

During my years as waitressing I worked with many different nationalities. One of my coworkers who was of eastern european origin came up to me one night with a dessert plate, pointed to a fruit on it and asked me what it was called. It was a physalis, which is like a gooseberry. However the waiting staff had taken to calling it syphilis. Not realising that she was asking for a table  I told the girl, with a grin on my face, it's syphilis. As English was not her first language she did not get the joke and went up to the table and announced that is was syphilis. I had to apologise a-lot; to the customers, the poor girl and once again, my manager.

This makes me sound like a bad waitress, But despite being  accident prone and having the shakiest hands in the world, I was an ok waitress. Generally, I am quite likeable and customers had a tendency to open up to me, the number of overshares I experienced were insane. I worked with some amazing people, who have now become my dear friends. I was however also responsible for the demise of many glasses and plates- may they rest in peace. But now I look back and feel quite proud that I worked through uni but am now ready to start my new career.

I do now have every Saturday night free though so if anyone wants to play get in touch.
And if you enjoyed my waitressing tales let me know as there are much more where they came from and I will happily share them with you. I just didn't want to bore you just now.


Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Last week

Hello gorgeous reader,

Since you last heard from me I have been a busy bunny (I hope you haven't missed me too much.) Last week was amazing, I travelled with my auntie to Glasgow to see Take That at hampden, It was AMAZING! I wont bore you for too long with the details but the concert definitely lived up to my expectations and if I got the chance I would go back tomorrow. I would also like to point out that Jason Orange is absolutely gorgeous, yum yum yum. And hearing Take That sing Never Forget was definitely a highlight of my life. It was amazing!!

After Take That I travelled from Glasgow to Edinburgh for a night with five of my favourite people in the whole world to go to a fashion show. The six of us stayed in a hostel (I do not think I am a hostel person, the one we stayed in was damp and sleeping in a room with stranger gives me the heebie jeebiez!) Anyway, after checking into the hostel and getting ready, which was quite eventful in the room we were in with only one mirror and not a-lot of floor space, we headed out in search of food. As we walked along the road a girl behind us shouted on me to stop when I did, she kindly informed me that I had been walking through Edinburgh with my dress tucked into my pants. Not my finest moment.

But anyway, as I said, we went in search of food however due to the time it took us to get ready and our hunter gatherer instinct was way off. So after a fruitless search we had a very classy dinner in a wee pie shop, which was delicious, but sadly involved no cocktails. After our dinner of pie and irn bru, we headed to the fashion show. This was my first fashion show, and most importantly my very dear friend leeanne was showing her work there. It was incredible, I cannot believe she made all of those outfits on her own, it was incredible and showed me what I already knew, that my friend leeanne is a very talented lady.

We then spent the remainder of the night laughing, drinking and just generally having fun. We were only away for one night and it reminded me of something which I think I often take for granted. I am very lucky and gifted to have such amazing friends. A wise person once said, a friendship is not measured by how close you are, but how far apart you can be with things staying the same. I honestly believe that the 5 people I spent my night in Edinburgh with will be with me for the rest of my life. They are 5 truly amazing people and I feel truly lucky and gifted to have them all in my life.

But enough of the soppy stuff, I have had an amazing week. In fact, I have had an amazing month which has left me feeling pretty good about life. I hope you are as happy as me at the moment.

Friday, 17 June 2011

A week of firsts

I have had quite a week this week and now that I have a moment to catch my breath I will tell you all about it.

My first first in my week of firsts was on Tuesday when I got my first tattoo. I will admit to being a little nervous before hand cause I thought it was going to hurt a-lot. But turns out that getting a tattoo is not sore like stubbing your toe is sore, it is more irritating and hot like something you want to swat away. But it was well worth the hour of irritation because I love it! So this was my first first of the week.

After getting my tattoo I had to patiently wait for my university degree classification to be posted. This is a terrifying experience. I think I almost created a ditch in the floor walking back and forward waiting for the arrival of two of my fabulous uni friends. Finally, they arrived and we headed to the wall. It took us a minute to find the list and then, there was a deafening silence while we read the list and then (now I really hope that there wasn't an exam going on somewhere) there were screams and shouts some of which I am fairly sure only dogs would hear. Basically we all did very well. I,  incredibly, got a 1st. I still cant believe it. When I started uni never in my wildest dreams did I think I would do that well. I am still delighted over the whole thing, but also I feel truly blessed by the reactions of all my family and friends, you are all amazing and I honestly could not have survived the past four years without you. So this was my second first of the week.

Later that night I celebrated had had my first shot of tequila rose, which is delicious by the way! And we danced the night away celebrating our success and discussing how Take That's Never Forget relates to our lives right now!

Finally, my last first came yesterday when I got offered and accepted my first journalism job. Yes, someone wants to pay me to be a journalist- AMAZING! I start in July and do not worry dearest reader, I will keep you updated on my adventures as a crack reporter. Am off to buy my mac and trilby next week in preparation for being a real journalist.

So as you can see, it has been a very exciting week for me and now, to be honest, I am quite tired. But it has been an amazing week, I feel so lucky and would like to thank you all for being there with me for the ride!

Saturday, 11 June 2011

Life after exams

At 1pm on the 16th of May I laid down my pen, rolled my shoulders and heaved a mighty sigh of relief. I had just completed my last ever university exam (unless I failed it, but I don’t want to even think about that.) It was an epic exam and so after it I reached into my hand bag and pulled out a kit-kat chunky and tasted the sweet chocolate taste of victory. Then my fellow journalists-in-training  and myself went to the pub. I stayed there for the next two weeks.

Ok so not quite the next two weeks but with the weather being nice and my newfound freedom from dissertations and studying I did spend a-lot of time in beer-gardens. When I was not sampling fruit and potato based drinks, I discovered the joys of day-time tv. You can ALWAYS find a CSI on. After a month of daily CSI I now have an irrational fear of murder, however I am fairly certain that I could in fact solve my own murder after hours spent watching Grissom and his bugs. I also discovered bondi beach, which is awesome it’s like real life Baywatch in Australia. I have laso spent a-lot of time reading, working my way through my pile of books which would be too distracting when I was ‘studying’.  As well as catching up on books I spent a-lot of time catching up with friends which has been fabulous. Some nights I have been waitressing, trying to make some pennies.
But, loyal reader, I know what you are thinking, this just sounds like she is continuing to live like a student. I fear this is true. There is very little mention of my job hunt or making any sort of positive move on employment. I have been applying for jobs. In fact, I have an inbox of emails explaining that I do not have enough experience. Next letter I get which says this, I am going to write back explaining that I will never get experience until someone gives me some. This is one of my pet hates at the moment. My other is that when I tell people I am going to graduate they ask; any plans for after that? And then oh so how is the job search? Well, if it is 2pm on a Tuesday and I only just rolled out of bed let me give you a clue. No, I do not have a plan and clearly the job hunt is not going well otherwise I would be showered and at a job.

The truth is I finished school and went to university I was going to be a student. But I never really considered what would happen after that. It seemed so very long away. I guess I assumed I was going to get a job as a journalist and maybe one day appear with a bullet proof vest and a helmet in the middle of some war zone shouting over the sound of bullets. Then I would get my Nobel peace prize for the work I did whilst reporting from the Country. But now it is here and to be honest I don’t know what to do, and for a control freak like my-self this is a struggle. But I am ever optimistic that something will come along and I just keep repeating what my Great Granny D used to say, “If something’s for you it will no go by you.”

Anyway, thanks for listening.

Thursday, 9 June 2011


Hello Intrepid readers,

So just a quick introduction, for those of you who don't know me my name is Fiona and on July 14th I will officially be the proud owner of an honors degree in Journalism (which I will be putting on my fridge next to my crayon art work). Therefore, soon I will have, after 2 years of drink and then 2 years of hard graft have my degree. There is now one thing which I need, and I am hoping it will not take me another four years, and that is a real job. So far this search is not going well. I have applied to lots of jobs, and not got any.
Therefore I thought to make sure the old writing skills don't get rusty I would start a blog. This idea comes from my boss-ish and friend (I think he is my friend) who I will not name, who keeps up a very amusing blog. Hopefully he is reading this now and if not its a little rude as I always read yours! Anyway, I will keep you updated on what is going on and give you all an insight into life after the degree.
Speak to you soon