You don't want to be a journalist. They are on a par with police officers in their propensity towards selling grandmothers in the hope of career advancement.
Plumber is the way to go. The new rock stars your plumbers are.
They were sacked in 89. The one bright spot is that NUJ picket Michael Gove got his jotters. Once the AJ chapel was obliterated, scab eejits like Charlie Allan were recruited, to the detriment of standards.
Apart from features, print journalism has just about had it. A degree course syllabus now has far more content about broadcasting, blogging, online media and news management, its focus having shifted significantly even in the dozen years since one of my offspring graduated from Napier. Local newspapers were the other good route into the profession, but they, where they still exist, are largely syndicated articles with little local news input.
The gig is done.
Last edited by 57vintage; 02-09-2019 at 06:59 PM. Reason: Little darling, it seems the ice is slowly melting
My mate was a journalist with the Herald before it went completely pish. His claim to fame was that he got the Labour Lord and former Pikey director Mike Watson the jail, for setting fire to hotel curtains.
Mike had originally plead not guilty, until he saw that he was going to be skewered in the paper.
Ok let me rephrase. I would want to write about music (insert "you dinna ken fit music is min" gag) or fitba.
A job at World Soccer or Classic Rock would suffice
Any trade that negated the necessity for some of the useless thieving c@nts I have round this place over the last 20 years.