Three months ago I landed my dream job. 10 weeks later, I handed my notice in.
It all started 10 years ago. Sat in a stuffy art room in my secondary school, I decided I wanted to be a journalist. I was 14, and used to pick up NME every Tuesday on the way to school and read it during registration. My favourite teacher told me I could write for them one day in a desperate attempt to get me to engage with English (which I hated), and it worked.
I kept on writing and eventually went to university, where I started pestering editors to give me internships. It worked, and I spent every single day of my… Read the full story
