Saturday, 30 March 2013

"Journalism is literature in a hurry".

If you read my utterly rubbish blog post last Friday, you'll have learned that I've spent 4 days this week doing work experience at a local newspaper.

After my first day, I left wondering if I actually had any chance of coping in such a tough and competitive industry. After my last day, I knew that if I wanted it enough, I would be able to. And there was certainly no doubting that this was something I really, really wanted.

My involvement in my University's newspaper has already offered me a little bit of experience, but writing for a professional newspaper was on a whole other level. As a literature student, I have been trained to write in a style which shows my knowledge, my range of vocabulary and my ability to use a Thesaurus. Writing essays for my teachers at school and my University lecturers in particular has been about not only displaying academic ability, but writing skill. 

To achieve high marks, it's not only about what you've written, but how you've written it. You must show flair and coherency if you want the points you are putting across to seem plausible. And once you have a point to make, you have to expand on it. Squeezing as much as you can out of one tiny literary element has been drummed into my mindset since I was at least 15 years old. 

This style of writing in a newspaper is totally irrelevant. It might as well not exist. Space on a page is precious and cutting down the word count is crucial. There is no room for "flowery" language, waffle or babbling - who is going to care if you use an impressive/complex word or phrase? The editor of the newspaper won't. The reader of the newspaper certainly won't. They just want the facts. They want the information you are supposed to be feeding them, and as a journalist, that's the best you can offer.

My time on work experience also taught me that there is far more to newspaper journalism than being a good writer. Interviewing witnesses and sources for evidence is crucial, and to find out the appropriate information, you must obviously ask the appropriate questions. 

Over the four days, I watched two interviews and sat there totally mesmerised, wishing that I possessed the skills that the two journalists I was shadowing had. They were both so calm and controlled. They knew what they were talking about, they knew the questions they wanted to ask and fitted them chronologically into place, so their interview had structure. There was no stammering, stuttering or fumbling of words. In fact, there was barely any hesitation at all. They both had so much confidence - something I reckon I'll need to get my hands on if I want to get anywhere in this dog-eat-dog industry.

There is also a heck of a lot of team work involved. An article might only have one writer but a journalist would not be anything without their colleagues. The team I was working with really were a team. They pulled together to hit their deadlines and helped each other through any complications along the way, while still keeping their spirits up, cracking jokes and making each other laugh. 

All of the reporters and journalists I have worked with this week taught me so much and have been hugely inspiring. This was my first proper time working in the field I've been aspiring to be in since I was nine years old, so to have this experience as my first push into the industry is fantastic.

Many thanks to all at the Isle of Thanet Gazette/Canterbury Times for a brilliant four days. I know this is the beginning of a long journey ahead for me, but I'll always be glad to look back and remember fondly that this is where it all began.



Friday, 22 March 2013

March

The last month has been, to put it lightly, a bit mental. I have virtually been living in the library for the last 10 days of my life, and it's been as exciting as it sounds. I actually reached a point last week when I wondered what the hell I was doing paying my landlord rent when I've technically spent more time in Augustine House than I have in my own home. However, my assignments for this term are done, dusted, finito - and I can finally relax. Sort of.

It's Easter next weekend, which seems mental that we've reached that part of the year already. There's been a vast array of chocolate eggs on display and filling the shelves of supermarkets pretty much since January - Creme Eggs, Lindt bunnies, Malteser bunnies - apparently now the new thing is Aero Lambs (?!) - a perfect opportunity to eat a colossal amount of chocolate and not feel as bad as you usually would for it.

Next week I'm going on work experience at a local newspaper! I'm absolutely terrified, but it will be brilliant to finally see how the whole dynamic of journalism works, even on a local scale, so hopefully it will go well. I'm also going back to Center Parcs in 3 weeks, and after last year's fun filled adventure it's sure to be just as eventful. Thankfully there will not be any tree-trekking involved this time so I won't be whizzing off in the wrong direction on a zip-wire, much to your disappointment I'm sure - then again, there will naturally be other opportunities for me to make an idiot of myself. Probably involving the children's adventure playground.

And finally just to flatter his already enormous ego, I promised I'd mention my friend Harry Taylor in this post because apparently there isn't enough mention of him on my blog. So hi Harry. Hope this makes you happy.

Happy Easter! Have a good one.

Nats. X


Thursday, 21 February 2013

February

There's no easy way to say this, but my recent efforts at blogging have been pretty shambolic. This post has no particular topic other than to say hi, I'm alive and haven't forgotten how to use a computer, so I'll apologise in advance now for being super boring for the next few paragraphs and rambling on like the complete nutter that I unfortunately am.

I'm currently on reading week, in other words half term, and have come home for 9 days to see family, friends and celebrate my little brother's birthday which was last Saturday. It would actually be so lovely to consider this week off as a chance to relax, have a bit of a break and do something more exciting that type frantically on a computer about Jane Eyre and Shakespeare, but sadly that's not the case. The last few days have consisted of me essentially chained to my desk ploughing through assignment after assignment - and the best part is that there's still another year to go. And it will get worse.

But on a lighter note, it is so good to be back with my Mum, Dad and brothers in my weird little hometown. And it has been a fun few days just being able to hang out with them and muck about, do stupid crazy things and make each other laugh. I also had a brilliant day in London yesterday with my best friend - we went exploring all over the place, starting from Victoria, then travelling from Kensington to Westminster and past the London Eye, then to Piccadilly, through the West End, finishing with a delicious dinner in Soho.

As we were walking down by the Houses of Parliament, I decided it would be a great idea for us to buy a pancake to share from this cute little kiosk. I say "great idea", bearing in mind any idea of mine is rarely close to being achievable, let alone "great". We decided on a nutella and cream pancake but it ended up being served in a polystyrene cup, making it virtually impossible for us to eat with any shred of grace or dignity - the filling was flying everywhere, and in my attempt to get some of this ridiculously located pancake out of the cup with my fork, I ended up pinging half of my portion into Alice's face, which as you can imagine, went down as well as the cold, mushy pancake did at the end of the whole episode. All in all, the day was mad and eventful and the two of us were knackered by the end of it, but we had a lot of fun :)

Also in the news, I managed to further prove my stupidity and severe lack of co-ordination in a spectacular fashion by falling over in the shower last Tuesday and smacking my face on the side of the bath. As a result, I found myself sporting a very attractive black eye which has provided many of my friends and family with yet another opportunity to laugh at me and make incessant jokes, the worst of which came from my Dad, who kept calling me a Pirate - it took me a while to establish that he thought I should be wearing an eye patch. Do you see the madness I have to put up with?

Not a lot else to report from my exciting, fun-filled little life other than to say sorry for boring you to death with this not-so-fantastic piece of writing - in fact, I'd be surprised if you've made it this far into the post without closing the tab/falling asleep/throwing your laptop out of the window in sheer anger that you spent the last two minutes of your life listening to me babble on about a load of nothingness.

I promise that I'll try to write something a bit more interesting very soon...

Happy February!

Nats. X


Saturday, 2 February 2013

Seeking out student housing doesn't have to be stressful

Soon to be featured in a copy of Christ Church's student newspaper UNIfied. Have a look at previous editions at http://ccsu.co.uk/UNIfied.

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First year students… listen up!

The time for finding your second year accommodation has been underway for some weeks, and for many of you, it will be the first time you’ve ever had to go through this type of process.

Once you’ve rounded up who you’re living with and started arranging your first house party, (because we’re students and its top priority), your house hunting venture can officially begin.

Firstly, you must think about price. The four bedroom house with a new kitchen, stylish furniture and an enormous garden might make you squeal like a banshee on helium but it’s only any good if you can afford it. Same goes for location – nobody in their right mind would take pleasure in having to wake up hours before their 9am lecture just because their journey into Uni takes so bloody long. Student housing is certainly a-plenty, so all it takes is a little time, effort and research.

When you finally find a place that you and your future housemates like, it’s a great feeling of excitement and relief; the property is reasonably priced, a stone-throw away from campus and has everything you’re looking for in a student house.

But watch out. You might be studying an impressive undergraduate degree, but that won’t stop you being subject to exploitation from landlords who have been in the business long enough to know how to trap you.

  1. Book a viewing to see the property for yourself.

This is hugely important. The photos on the internet might look fantastic but you can never guarantee that these pictures are accurate. It is more than likely that you will spot things when looking around the property which you could not see online.

  1. Ask the landlord or manager of the property plenty of questions.

Is the house fully furnished? When does the tenancy begin and end? Where is the nearest supermarket? What happens if a housemate leaves University? Will you be expected to pay full or half rent over the summer holidays? It doesn't matter how stupid you think your questions might be – you won’t know unless you ask. Moreover, if the tenants are present at the time of your viewing, make sure you ask them questions too – they might be more honest than the landlord.

  1. Check the deposit.

Ask what deposit scheme your landlord is using and check out the website when you get home. Some landlords ask for a large sum of money which will be returned at the end of the tenancy, providing the house has been well kept. Others, however, will require rent in advance.

  1. Ask what the rent includes.

Be 100% sure that you know what you are paying for. The rent for some properties will include gas, electric, water and sometimes internet, while others will not. It is extremely important that you check this before signing the tenancy agreement as it can cause problems further down the line.

  1. What appliances are included?

Does the house have a kettle, microwave, washing machine, shower, television? Is there a fridge and freezer and how big are they?

  1. Study your contract

This is one of the most important steps. Read the contract thoroughly, and if there’s anything you are unsure of, ask Student Support or the Student’s Union to go through it with you. Allocate bedrooms before signing to ensure everyone is happy with the living arrangements. Finally, double check the rent with the landlord, and if you are happy with the property, go ahead and sign!

Just remember that keeping calm through this seemingly stressful process is key. And don't forget you can ask the Student’s Union or Student Support if you are in need of help or advice.

Good luck!



Wednesday, 30 January 2013

The Wyn Harness Prize for Young Journalists

In mid January, I entered for an annual competition ran by The Independent, held each year to commemorate the death of the late and great Wyngate Harness. 

Harness played the role of assistant editor of The Independent brilliantly and was considered one of the best loved figures in the history of the newspaper, a true hero in the world of journalism. Sadly, he died of an inoperable brain tumour in 2008. 



The competition to mark the anniversary of Harness' tragic passing has been running for 4 years now and is a fantastic opportunity for young journalists to discuss a part of British society which they care about, but which rarely makes the headlines.

Unfortunately I wasn't lucky enough to win but there's always next year and I'll definitely keep trying! And so my article doesn't go to waste I thought I would share it on here and let you all read it. Hope you enjoy :)

My Article

I am not the most moral human being on the planet.  I have not raised enormous amounts of money for charity.  I have never taken part in any type of volunteering without the potential of gaining something for myself, only too happy to help out at the local nursery for work experience during school hours because it meant missing my P.E. lessons on Wednesdays for 6 weeks.  I very rarely go to Church.  I swear, I sometimes talk about people behind their backs and I have lied on countless occasions.  Hardly the criteria for a virtuous lifestyle.

But I have been a blood donor for 3 years, and in truth I think that offers a certain level of redemption.  It is my opportunity to help others who depend so heavily on the kindness of strangers to provide them with the support they need to continue with their unique battle.  Donating blood saves lives, and only the cruellest of the cruel would deny any person their right to survive.

NHS Blood Donation has been in service for over 60 years, receiving approximately 2.1 million donations every year.  And yet, even with numerous promotion campaigns broadcasted over television and radio, and printed upon leaflets and in newspapers, the number of registrants stands at a mere 4% of the UK population.  Blood stocks are regularly peaking at dangerously low levels, as the current situation shows a significant dip in the stocks of blood types B- and O-.  17-24 year olds account for 40% of new donors each year, but statistics reveal that the number of young people registering contrasted to 2011 has dropped by 50%.  Evidently, solutions need to be sought after now to prevent further risks of shortages in not just the short-term, but the long-term future.

I therefore put this question to Jeremy Hunt, the UK Secretary of State for Health: by how much will the percentage of registrants have to fall before it finally dawns upon the Department of Health that this is a matter which deserves deliberation, discussion and action?  Naturally the health and well-being of the population is the top priority of the DH, but it has become manifest that much more support is needed to aid this government organisation, which is clearly struggling to recruit the 250,000 new donors needed every year to replace those who can no longer give blood.

Promotion is the key, but government funded campaigns are futile without any consideration for the target audience.  Advertisements must be age specific - they must be clear-cut, cool and clever to engage and encourage the younger generation to get involved.  Blood donation could and should be talked about in secondary schools, college and at Universities.  After all, where better than in an educational setting, when pupils and students are in the perfect mind-set to listen, understand and properly consider the prospect of donating if they can?  NHSBT television and radio adverts are scarce and barely seen or heard, but a sufficient amount of funding can enable the creation of not only more, but also better adverts which are enthralling to their audience as well as effective.

We have seen government spending decrease and the cuts in force, but if any organisation were to deserve a financial boost, no matter how slight, it would be NHS Blood Donation.  With more funding comes more promotion, with more promotion comes more donors, and more donors means more lives saved.  If a little more time, effort and money went into raising the awareness of this crucial yet undervalued piece of British society, public interest could soar to new heights and our potential to save lives could grow to become stronger than it ever has been before.

Saturday, 29 December 2012

Reflection of 2012


It's New Years Day on Tuesday a.k.a. the ending of one year and the beginning of another, and it's always at this time that we start to reflect on our achievements, experiences and regrets of the last 12 months and begin to speculate what the next 12 months has in store for us. 

This year more than any other has been a chance for us to feel good about who we are, what we represent and where we are from. It has been a fantastic year to be British, and as an already patriotic individual myself, it has been truly amazing even to witness it. The pleasure I've taken in participating in the Jubilee events, watching Olympians and Paralympians win gold medals, and even seeing the England football team play in Euro 2012 this summer (well, perhaps not the latter) has been phenomenal - singing the national anthem has become something of a recent regularity. As Lord Coe quite rightly stated in his speech at the closing ceremony of The London Paralympic Games:

"there are some famous words you can find stamped on the bottom of a product. Words that, when you read them, you know mean high quality, mean skill, mean creativity. We've stamped those words on the Olympic and Paralympic Games of London 2012. London 2012 – ‘made in Britain’.” 

But it's not just been a year for national achievements - every individual has seen success in their own unique way. One of my own family members and so many of my friends achieved fantastic exam results this summer, not only at University but also at college and sixth form. My incredibly brave best friend went travelling in America for 4 months, something which took real courage to do, especially as she was so far away from home and had never done anything like that before in her life. My little brother gained his brown belt in Karate, an achievement which took real effort and determination. My parents, as always, have completed another year of working hard, not only in their exhausting jobs but also in supporting us three kids. And my brilliant cousin gained a position in the British Army as a musician and our entire family are so incredibly proud of her.

This year has been quite a turning point for me too. On Jan 28th, it is a year since I signed up to blogger.com and began writing (/rambling) on the internet. I was also offered my first ever paid writing job working for a company called Mediarun who advertise particular companies through articles on subject-specific websites. And as well as this, I was appointed News & Current Affairs editor of my University's newspaper, something I thought I'd never manage. So it's been quite a year - some parts have been particularly difficult, but as always you manage through them - pick yourself up, brush yourself off and get on with it.

2013 sees several exciting events, including my parents' 25th wedding anniversary, my brother's 18th birthday and my grandparents' 80th birthdays. Not to mention the beginnings of my final year at Uni, and hopefully plenty more to keep me busy. This year has been a rollercoaster, but enjoyable for nearly every step of the way. For now, I'll look back on 2012 and smile, able to beam with pride when I say "I was there".


Thursday, 13 December 2012

December

First of all, I have to apologise to my blog for abandoning it, basically leaving it in the cold like a little lost orphan. This past month has been absolutely mad with assignments, general Uni work, my job, newspaper deadlines etc. that I really haven't had the time to sit down and write properly in absolutely ages. But I'm back now so it's fine.

Nothing else has really happened since I last wrote so I'm not really sure where I'm going with this post - might just be the most pointless piece of writing ever, but I didn't want anyone think that I'd given up posting on here because I still absolutely love it and have really missed it. However, I want to write about worthwhile topics, and just typing out load of rubbish down for the sake of it (slightly like I'm doing now) seems a bit stupid.

Therefore...just so this post has an actual point, I'm going to try and persuade you to do something worthwhile this Christmas, and by that I don't mean sit in front of the telly just watching Elf and eating loads of turkey sandwiches, but actually making a difference to something or somebody's life. For example...you could give a charity a Christmas donation or raise some money yourself, achieve a personal goal (a good one, I don't just mean seeing how many mince pies you can fit in your mouth), help a friend or family member who is going through a tough time, give blood, give a few hours of your time to a volunteering organisation. Christmas is such a magical time of year, and you can feel a whole lot better by doing something truly amazing!

This is inspired by my amazing housemate, who rather than celebrating Christmas Day with his family - having a delicious Christmas dinner, opening presents, watching festive movies and playing games - he goes down to his local hospital to play in the Salvation Army band to make other people feel better. And it's so inspiring and touching to hear how much he loves doing it - a totally selfless act to help those who need cheering up more than ever at this time of year.

If I don't find the time to write on here before the 25th (hopefully I will), then I hope everyone has a lovely time celebrating wherever they are and whatever they end up doing.

Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Nats. X