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Hello. I'm Jonathan Cresswell. I used to blog here daily, but that fell through and now I store bits and pieces on here. I'm a journalist/web designer/madman. Read my actual blog or find out more about me on my website. I also tweet. |
Ok, SeeSaw, 60 seconds of adverts before my show starts. Let’s see how much I can write. This might be a problem as I don’t have any ideas. So, I’ll be uncreative and cover a few things I’ve been up to:
…crap, the break’s over.
Ooh, another one, fantastic. This might take several episodes of Hustle. So for a University task, I’ve got to start a blog and write 6 entries with a minimum of 150 words each on a topic of my choosing. Ignoring the fact I’m currently blogging every day and that these seem to be written after 3am (if I’m going for the year I should really fix that) this shouldn’t be too hard, except that it has to be new, I can’t blaspheme, and I can’t swear. That throws all of my ideas out of the window.
I’ve also been working on some exciting things with the student newspaper at the Uni, The Linc. As well as writing words about things I’ve been involved in some of the things in the run up to the Students’ Union elections. For however much apathy there appears to be among students, it’s one of the biggest news events at the Uni and it’s going to be covered in an appropriate scale. We’ve already recorded a big show with as many of the candidates as we could which went well (and I got to be a boom op, which made me feel like I had some responsibility so that’s good) and in two weeks there’s going to be some huge coverage for the results. I’m excited already.
As well as getting involved in more work, this has meant I’ve been in the pub more too. Newsroom 8, or The Shed as it’s legally known, with the position of an on campus pub is highly useful resource. I started to get worried that I’m in there too much. This has now been proved true.
In the post-podcast “meeting”, I went to get a drink, and I got asked for ID. This is normal in many places, particularly as I do look 12, but the woman behind the bar wasn’t one I’ve seen there before so it’s no surprise.
…then another one says it’s fine, as she recognises me and saw that I was coming to the bar anyway.
That’s not too bad, right?
Well.
Then she comments on my order of a treble, saying “you threw me, you normally go for a Strongbow.”
I’m a recognised regular in a student pub. I might as well just call myself an alcoholic now and get it over and done with.
