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As most of you know, I'm on the scrapheap at the end of April. So it was marvellous to see this exciting job opportunity today advertised in that hotbed of mungbean-knitting liberalism, the Guardian:
Daily Mail
Britain's most successful newspaper group is offering would-be reporters and writers an exciting and challenging yearlong training course, plus the chance to work at the Daily Mail and Mail Online
We are looking for bright, sharp, intelligent writers who believe they can be fast-tracked to the very top
You'll be on the best journalism course in the business - and be paid a competitive salary while you train
Successful applicants will probably have completed post-graduate journalism training or had experience working in newspapers
Apply by February 21, with your CV, 200 words on why you think you could be a Mail journalist, a 200-word news story and a selection of up to six cuttings and send to Sue Ryan, Trainee Reporters' Scheme, Daily Mail, Northcliffe House, 2 Derry St, London W8 5TT. Please send queries to [email protected]
Sounds great. 200 words on why I should be a Mail journalist? I think I can crack that off.
Dear Sue,
I'll write anything. Honestly, anything. I'm happy to slag off a missing-presumed-dead woman, or slag off a woman whose daughter recently died, or a gay man who recently died. Hell, I can even publicly speculate about the private life of someone who has apparently recently attempted suicide. I can do that and I won't have nightmares about it. I can slag off a teenager for being too thin, while slagging off the BBC for a remark about a teenager apparently being overweight, while guffawing about a celebrity's appearance and saying they're too fat. I can write captions for snatched pictures of people who've just split up. None of this bothers me at all.
Not just that though. I'll happily write stories about "non-white British" mums, and 'non-white British' babies, while tut-tutting at the English Defence League. I don't have a problem with that at all. One day I'd love to be the kind of writer who talks about the 'indigenous population' or makes a joke about Peter Mandelson living down the 'Rue des Jeunes Garcons'. But that's a distant dream, something to aspire to - maybe one day. In the meantime, I'm happy to write whatever you want me to write. And go home and sleep like a baby, and not worry about it at all.
Love,
Steve.
Well, fingers crossed. I think this could be my big break!
As most of you know, I'm on the scrapheap at the end of April. So it was marvellous to see this exciting job opportunity today advertised in that hotbed of mungbean-knitting liberalism, the Guardian:
Daily Mail
Britain's most successful newspaper group is offering would-be reporters and writers an exciting and challenging yearlong training course, plus the chance to work at the Daily Mail and Mail Online
We are looking for bright, sharp, intelligent writers who believe they can be fast-tracked to the very top
You'll be on the best journalism course in the business - and be paid a competitive salary while you train
Successful applicants will probably have completed post-graduate journalism training or had experience working in newspapers
Apply by February 21, with your CV, 200 words on why you think you could be a Mail journalist, a 200-word news story and a selection of up to six cuttings and send to Sue Ryan, Trainee Reporters' Scheme, Daily Mail, Northcliffe House, 2 Derry St, London W8 5TT. Please send queries to [email protected]
Sounds great. 200 words on why I should be a Mail journalist? I think I can crack that off.
Dear Sue,
I'll write anything. Honestly, anything. I'm happy to slag off a missing-presumed-dead woman, or slag off a woman whose daughter recently died, or a gay man who recently died. Hell, I can even publicly speculate about the private life of someone who has apparently recently attempted suicide. I can do that and I won't have nightmares about it. I can slag off a teenager for being too thin, while slagging off the BBC for a remark about a teenager apparently being overweight, while guffawing about a celebrity's appearance and saying they're too fat. I can write captions for snatched pictures of people who've just split up. None of this bothers me at all.
Not just that though. I'll happily write stories about "non-white British" mums, and 'non-white British' babies, while tut-tutting at the English Defence League. I don't have a problem with that at all. One day I'd love to be the kind of writer who talks about the 'indigenous population' or makes a joke about Peter Mandelson living down the 'Rue des Jeunes Garcons'. But that's a distant dream, something to aspire to - maybe one day. In the meantime, I'm happy to write whatever you want me to write. And go home and sleep like a baby, and not worry about it at all.
Love,
Steve.
Well, fingers crossed. I think this could be my big break!
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