I always refused to believe that writing about movies, sex, cooking, men and being twenteen was any less worthy than writing plays or reading Shakespeare; after all everything has its place! I love to write, so I did an English degree. Several billion essays later I’ve just graduated. Rhian Williams BA :) I’m hoping some wonderful magazine will call me one day and tell me to get my Bridget arse down to work for them! Fingers, toes and eyes crossed. I love words and the art of words! I deeply respect intelligence, people who have got the guts to have their own opinion! I enjoy my walls full of pictures, rude-ness, gig tickets, photos and junk, my princess bed and shite oven. I am easy like Sunday morning, I’m an old fart at heart and love long walks, sunrises... and sunsets and a place to call your own. Bad manners, chauvinism and inability to use “the” instead of “da” are all unforgiveable sins.
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Curiosity killed the...English student
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Sunday, 2 August 2009
My granny always says "You don't ask you don't get". Them old'uns know a thing or two, don't they?
The role is editorial contributor for Men's Health. I'll be joining them in old Landaan Taan (without the attempt at and Nooorf Landan accents I might add) on Friday the 7th of August.
Now, I'm not holding up much hope for this, it is only my second experience in the editorial environment so I'm going to give it 100% and take everything I can from it!
I have been reading and re-reading the work specification sent through from A, the lovely lady who will be my boss for the length of my interview. I'm familiarising myself with the website constantly, have signed up for their e-mail newsletters and have been reading the constant stream of forum updates; it seems they have a very lively group of regulars.
Their offices are right in central London, so should be much easier to find than those of Front, who were hidden away in a mystical street I'm sure even Santa can't locate.
During my time there they have offered to buy three pieces of work off me; one per day and I'm ecstatic about this! I sincerely hope my noggin can keep up with my enthusiasm and I can really impress them!
Erms, Ahhs and Haha's
Today I walked into my local Co-Op to buy some last minute "we-live-in-the-country-so-everything-closes-at-four-might-need-pizza-or-ice-cream-tonight" supplies. Along with the inevitable Sunday buys like 4 million cal Phish Food I got the latest issue of FRONT.
Right there in black and white is my name under "workie scum", a strangely proud moment of mine I must say! The usual guy who calls in the products had yet to strike gold with blagging any gin for their boozy test feature so I has been on a mission...
Some of the higher end distilleries and companies got an flowery edited version of the big blag, needless to say I didn't mention it was called "Wasted" and their lovely gin would be marked out of five and probably likened to poop of some kind.
What amazed me was the speed at which the PR companies send out their packages; there was a biker man rather muffeledly asking for me within a few hours, in his hands were jingling bottles. Great, along with gin came smiles in the office. Sadly the replica they were going to make of me out of empty bottles has yet to be made, but i'm still holding out hope...
Of course the official taste test was an office full of twenty somethings getting drunk on a Friday afternoon, but who am I to complain; it's great to see something in print using my quotes and products I'd used a bit'a nouse to get! Right there in black and white was what I had been preparing for since my teens, booze reviews..."It's okay on the way down but the aftertaste is something like an old sock, or licking an old piano". Tears of joy at this point.
Sure you'll agree my review was very professional.