Nothing beats a productive day. Up at half seven (YES!) and arrived in time to Roger De Bank’s Newspaper Production workshop.

Anyway, it was full steam ahead. I was early enough to have the time to grab a quick bacon roll from the Uni canteen. A wonderful decision, as my measly few pence stretched to a very filling two rasher sarnie. The woman behind the counter gave me a free rasher because, in her words I “look like a right hungry chap”.

So that set me up. My friend John Rooney was off ill, which meant we were lacking in an editor for our assessment. Usually, on a Tuesday morning, I’m anything but ‘up for it’, but today I was on a screamer. Coral* and I whipped up a tabloid page that we can really be pleased with – and it looked the tits. Excuse my vocab there.

And it didn’t stop there. Oh no. After a debacle a few weeks ago over the university newspaper I founded, I am absolutely ecstatic to say that it will return soon.

I’ve had to make sacrifices, though. I’ve realised now that I can no longer rely on the journalism department to pay its bills on time. Sad, but true. So, instead, I’ll be editing a paper that is features-led, much like the New York Times segment in The Observer.

It will raise many new challenges. Ones that I’m looking forward to overcome.

And lets hope that Alan Johnson returns home safely.

* Possibly the nicest name for anyone ever. Lovely.

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