Double Daily Musings — 31 Hour Overnight Goosey Special

There was no Daily Musings last night as I spent 31 hours out with some friends. It was pretty epic, so I’m back with an extra long special for my loyal readers. All five of them.

Thursday started with a trip to News UK. Now, for a while I have been falling out of love with journalism. I have always been driven by a desire to help people and make them happy. The journalism work I began doing at the beginning of the course, didn’t really fit that. It felt trivial and empty.

We had a talk from Martin Lipton, Deputy Sports Editor of The Sun. Now, I first went into journalism writing about sports, which still plays a major part in my writing. That talk has seen me begin to re-kindle my drive. Sport is something trivial in the grand scheme of things, but people take it seriously as Lipton stated. The only way to deal with serious depressing issues is to not take them seriously, which isn’t the best way to deal with it if you’re reporting them. But sport has the ability to make people really happy, as a form of escapism. I can still make people happy by sports writing. And it sounds really fun being paid to watch sporting events and Lipton told us how he spent two weeks following Sepp Blatter around Africa when he was on his first presidential campaign. I’m not even sure if I want to be a journalist or if I just want to have banter at The Sun.

We spent the night at the casino — my friend blew £20 on a game of blackjack. He only wanted to bet £5 as well. I had to pay for him to get into Tiger Tiger. Which really deserves an article on itself. A girl grinded on my friend several times throughout the evening, but he didn’t realise what she wanted. To be honest, I think it’s fairly self explanatory what she wanted. Eventually, I “accidentally” pushed him in front of her, so he had to dance with her. He was doing ok, but she was later removed by security. That might explain why she was so interested in him.

I jarred my ankle dancing, upto then, I was bouncing and enjoying myself.

I actually had my best night of sleep for years. Though I was woken up about two hours early by my friend mumbling “G-Simz” over and over again in his sleep. Whilst I am flattered that he dreams of me, I am a little concerned. London in the early morning is quite nice.

So, Friday, we learned George Osborne will become the new editor of The London Evening Standard.

Osborne has very limited pass journalistic experience, so there’s obvious doubts as to his ability. He was a good Chancellor but an editor?

The London Evening Standard is also a paper that prides itself on neutrality. Well, with a former government minister editing it, I don’t think that’s still the case. It’ll look bad on the party if Osborne makes any major mistakes too, so this doesn’t seem like a good idea, we’ll see what happens, I guess.

The Champions League and Europa League draws really were something.

We realised the last four teams left were Real, Barca, Bayern or Juve. I’d have loved an El Classico and a repeat of Bayern v Juve from last year. But instead Real are playing Bayern, like they did in 2014 and mullered them. Monaco v Dortmund is the tie of the round, both teams play with a high intensity and it’ll be a strong attacking affair.

Also shootout the two Belgian clubs in the Europa League quarter finals. Clubs in the country have constantly helped produce high quality talent but haven’t been able to keep on to them, resulting in the Jupiler League having a low standard of play. With Anderlecth and Genk in the last eight, this might help football in the country as clubs might convince players to stay for longer.

Lastly, as we always do, we had a deep meaningful conversation in the evening. Or rather I spoke to myself and pretended the others were listening. I have a fear that people don’t like me, and objectively speaking, this is rather irrational. I’ve always thought I’ve been better at dealing with other people’s problems than my own, as perhaps I look at it differently. So, I tried to think as though it was someone else I was helping. I don’t think anyone at uni really hates me, it’s just in my head. As a journalist, I need evidence to make statements like that and I don’t actually have any. I guarantee that one of the lads, will message me saying they hate me, and I know which one. At least I’m not getting catfished tonight, mate.

Have a nice weekend, folks. ❤