Belatedly, I have managed to upload some pictures of the fireworks display I went to on Saturday night at Battersea Park. It's apparently the second-best in the South-East (according to The Times) and didn't disappoint, with animated chants of 'oooohh' and 'aaaahh' leaving my lips almost involuntarily.
Battersea Park put Friday night's fireworks at Clapham Common (no such thing as bonfire overkill in my book) to shame. Clapham's display was free, a shockingly generous move by Lambeth Council which is the money-grabbing bane of my life, but the main attraction for the locals was probably the cover the bang of the fireworks provided while they shot each other.
Met a girl and her boyfriend on Saturday at Battersea, both of whom are print journalists on local papers in South London. They both confidently rejected the notion that the medium in which they work has its days numbered, although they had some really interesting thoughts on the rise of citizen journalism.
They also told me that they make work experience kids go out and knock on the doors of people who have recently suffered bereavements to try and get a comment. Now that's a crap job.
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That's definitley encouraging. As well as feeling adequately reassured that I will not as a print journalist be forced into the dole queue after this course, I am also feeling much more open to attempting to cross platforms when necessary.
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