Ho-Hum

So yes, here I am with my own shiny new blog.

...It's very empty at the moment, hopefully I'll fill it with all my stray thoughts and ramblings and rants (a lot of those, yes).

Just to give you an idea as to why I have decided to publish my ramblings on the internets, it's mainly because I hope to become a journalist in the future, and I thought that because of the seeming lack of work experience that doesn't involve advertising coffee mornings and self-help for expats who can't seem to handle living somewhere without Cadbury's and PG-Tips, I'd explore and exhibit my writing technique by doing weekly (or daily, depending on how addicted to this I become) bllog posts. How I'm going to eventually show this to my future university to prove I'm not a idiot is beyond me, but it's good for the practice, eh?

Yeah, I can just imagine myself in 10 years time writing snappy and cutting editorials for The Times, grilling the odd politician about the government's recent blunders, commenting on the current state of the nation, that sort of thing. Could also end up working for Private Eye, writing utter nonsense about something or other. Now that would be good, I like Private Eye.

You'll never find me working for a tabloid, though. Never. My brain would melt if I was exposed to the pathetic goo that is celebrity worship (unless people were worshipping me, of course). I find people who constantly need to know about how many face-lifts Sharon Osbourne has had, or how many african children Madonna has adopted incredibly annoying. As if it matters... the whole point of being a human being is to be unique and induvidual, rather than hanging on the every word of a blonde, big-breasted bimbo who's only claim to fame is said big-breasts. If it really matters what celebrities are eating, wearing or thinking, why don't you just become one of those celebrity look-a-like people? That way you can be like them without bothering any of us real people.


...oh dear... I did warn you about the rants.