I’ve thought long and hard about the topic for this blog post. I’ve had a great many ideas, all of them surpassing the previous. I could have written about my friend who accidentally brought a scorpion back from her mum’s wedding in South Africa, but the BBC beat me to it. I could have ranked all the Sharknado films in order, but let’s be honest they all tie for first.
I feel like, Coronation Street expected the black community to celebrate the news of the soap having its first black family as part of the neighbourhood, for the first time in the show's 59-year history.
Am I really supposed to be jumping for joy at this news?
Honestly when I saw the tweet on my timeline, I was confused... What took so long? Are we not in the 21st Century, where supposedly everybody accepts everybody and we are actively striving for equality?
My first blog post when I started at the Centre for Journalism was titled 'Radio is dead'. Something that I'd heard numerous times, yet something that I just will not accept. During my introduction to that blog post in January last year, I explained how radio content is actually gaining more demand than ever before, but it is the way that we listen to it that is changing dramatically. Well, this year, a key aspect of radio has died.
Doing all my laundry takes approximately 67 hours and 11 minutes.
Roger, there’s only room in this band for one hysterical queen.