Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love Ya, Tomorrow…

….Because then I will be teaching two classes of 18-year-olds back-to-back at University. I’m one part excited, two parts scared as all hell. The irony I’ve taken redundancy from the industry and yet will be teaching “introduction to journalism” is not lost on me.



*Fuck you, public. Journalists are awesome. FACT.

But it’s ok. I’ve got the textbook and a whiteboard marker and everything. I just wish I knew where my glasses were so I could wear them and look smart. I always kind of dreamed about teaching English Lit but let’s face it; I reckon teaching journalism is easier than teaching Shakespeare. Basically because I can say “well I did just spend 10 years working as a journalist, did you?” to any student who questions me.

Appaz they like anecdotes on being in the industry. I’m guessing ordering an Asian hooker to a motel on Albany Highway with the senior investigative reporter shouldn’t be the first one I tell. No, I’ll save that for the Special Students.


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I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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