I am starting my PGCE in 6 days. 6 small days, that seemed rather far away when I first applied. I've got flashbacks of the interview now; sitting infront of a very smart man doing impressions with both hands of french puppets. Well, it must have worked.

The plan is to do my PGCE whilst building up my freelance work, albeit lots of it free at the moment. I'm VERY chuffed that A from Men's Health is happy to receive more pitches from me, meaning I can potentially carry on working for MH Online from home. In the words of my favourite mankini wearer "great success".

I've now got the task of putting a fantastic e-mail of pitches together, my aim is to send a lot, all diverse so at least one will look good. Fingers, toes and eyes crossed.

In the mean time I have submerged myself in TeachersTv.com. Oh shite, capable? Moi?

Tueday at Men's Health Tower.

I was sad this was my last day!

The office is situated in such a lovely place, on a cobbled street right in the heart of Soho and just a street away from the hustle and bustle of Oxford Street. There are red phone boxes and trees mixed right in with the uber modern buildings, coffee shops and Champers bars.

I loved that the street was always full of black cabs, I learnt pretty quick that they'd rather run me down than let me cross the street...

The third article I was writing was about finding sex online. So, i'm sat as the 'newbie freelancer' checking out some of the naughtiest full kink on webpages out there. What doesn't help is that i'm on the designers Mac meaning the screen is indeed the size of my house.

I loved writing this article as it was something the webpage hadn't seen before.

As we are the technological age I was responsible for updating the mags Twitter page (something i logged onto once and thought so utterly twatty that I abandoned in a huff...hmm) So, I suggested a Facebook page, which Men's Health do not have yet (official anyway!) So I spent the morning uploading articles, info, subscription details and links to the web page! We have had a lot of members already, and I have taken on the responsibility of updating it from home.

I was very sad to leave the offices on the third day. I couldn't see myself at that kind of mag full time, I think having a passion about health/fitness/muscle building is a must...and I like my doughnuts too much. However, I am going to ask to do some more lifestyle articles, men always want to know about sex, relationships and clothes don't they!

Wonderful experience and I'd do it all over again!

My second day at Men's Health

The second day went much smoother than the first, as to be expected! My second peice of writing was well underway, entitled "Honey, I want a boob job". The peice advised men how to deal with their girlfriends plastic surgery worries! (Sad but it seems common place nowerdays!)

I got a reply from a fantastic sexologist and relationship expert Yvonne Fulbright which really helped shape my article! (It seems mentioning you are freelancing for Men's Health packs quite a punch when asking for help)

What became obvious was my need to learn photoshop! I mastered re-sizing photos and the basics required for uploading articles which was really interesting to see! I don't see webpages as just colourful sources now, but realise the work that goes in to them behind the scenes!

One of my tasks was to trawl the forums and find quotes for the newsletter, which goes out to thousands upon thousands of people (pressure to make the info 100% perfect!). Working online at Men's Health meant looking after the e-mails and forums linked to the webpage. Because of the nature of the magazine they have some very dedicated readers, and some very silly ones....Fridays has become "willy fridays" so we had to delete a lot of willy-based pictures come Monday! Of course I found this highly amusing.

I bumped into the editor whilst humming and making tea (or being a bit confused as to where the tea bags were....) He seemed like a lovely chap, asked me how everything was going and seemed very chilled out! I was proud of myself for lack of brain farts and normal conversation...always helps.

Hit the hay at about 11 so shattered, ready for another 6am start!

If you don’t like the soppy or sentimental here’s the time to fill your eyes and ears with cotton wool.

I think there are a few key people you meet in your lifetime, who change you irrevocably in one way or another. Some are shitty and break your heart into a million pieces, some fill it with vodka, and some say things which will stick with you for a long, long time.

One such person of mine is G. I’m still not sure university was the thing for me, but I don’t regret a second of it. G shaped me, myself and I. She was my partner in crime, flat mate and general all round blagger, drinker, dancer, joke cracker and fabulous arse of a wonderful person.

If I believed in souls, she’s got a cracking one.

G has recently informed me she is moving to America. Is it possible to mourn a friendship like you do a relationship?

Think my hearts a bit fuzzy.

If my life were to have a theme tune.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfosF1hrOvw

6am- Immediately thought I should change my alarm ring tone from Bloc Party "This is a brand new problem...a problem without..".

Between 6am and 7am I faffed, blow dried, painted, wrangled and ironed my way into an outfit somewhat suitable for my day.

7:40am Standing on the platform at the train station, looking around wondering where in god's name do all these rich, successful aftershave clad, court heeled men and women come from; as far as I was aware Kettering and the surrounding area was only home to alcoholics and people with 6 toes.

7:41am Train. Seat. Magazine from cover to cover.

9am: Walking along Oxford Street. Have become a bit of a pro on the Underground, zipping in and out of people, pushing the elderly and children out of the way as I go. (I kid.) Loving the hustle and bustle, it's taking my mind of the mess of butterfly carcasses that is my stomach.

9:15 Sat in the window of Pret with the hugest vat of morning tea and a chocolate brownie, watching everyone walking by. Don't think MH would approve of my choice of breakfast. :)

10am I was sat on a huge leather couch, the kind you would picture beforehand. The building is huge and I'm on the 6th floor.

The team, and A who is looking after me is lovely! Welcoming, wonderful and so much more relaxed than I ever expected. I was set to work on 7 pitches, 3 of them were picked as articles to be written, one per day.

The first I was set to was a piece on men's mascara. Tricky, sticky situation if not done properly!

By the end of the day I had been shown lots of photo shop tricks, written my first piece and generally familiarised myself with the office quirks and foibles..

I cannot wait for Monday morning, bring on 6am.

I am currently compiling an e-mail to the jelly-fantastic gentlemen at Bompas & Parr. They are one of the world leading experts on everything concerning the wobbly stuff. They're not simply kid's party material but have made jelly for Disney World, the London Festival of Architecture and Selfridges.

I'm going to be quizzing them on how to make the perfect vodka jelleys for ilovemygrub.com.

If you want a jelly mould of any shape or size they start at £300.00...eek!