Guest lecturer - Steve Power, Wave 105

Instead of one of the usual Thursday lectures, we were accompanied by Steve Power from Wave 105. It's always interesting to hear from someone who has got experience in the profession I'm aiming to get into myself, this does not only giving me more knowledge about the profession itself, but also inspires me to actually get there - eventually.

Steve has been working for yearrrrrrrs within the media, even before I was born, and he happily chatted away about his breakfast show, collegues, scripts, audiences, balance between private life and work and so on. It all sounds very interesting, and the more I hear and learn about radio and what is actually going on in the studio and its surroundings, the more I appreciate my choice in doing a journalism degree. I will now start pester all the studios nearby Andover and make sure that I can get as much experience out of it as possible while still at university. Hopefully, this will be additional experience for me that I can scribble down on a future CV when I go out to tackle life after uni in a battle for a 'real job'.

Even though lectures in themselves are important and most of the time interesting, it's always a nice change to hear someone else who doesn't usually exist within your university world. The same thing applies to the guest editors we've got in on Wednesdays when we work our butts off to get our live edition of WINOL ready for 5pm. This way you do not only learn more, but also want to prove what you can do to a completely new face.

More guest lecturers/editors to the universities!!

Caught in the middle

Half drifting of to sleep, as usual, on the bus to Winchester this morning, a huge amount of police cars and ambulances woke me up - and finally me and the bus were caught in the middle of a massive traffic accident. In front of us emergency services were piling up to take care of a female who was caught in a car after a crash. A couple of years ago, when I wasn't introduced to the journalistic way of thinking in life, I would probably have stayed in my seat, curiously leaned over trying to get an idea of what was going on outside, leaning back and sighing because of me being delayed to wherever I was going. This was not the case today. As soon as I heard the sirens and saw the flashing blue light my mind thought - hang on a minute, this must be news! So, I contacted my news editor James and told him what was going on. At the same time I was running around in the bus, asking students - who couldn't care less - if someone had a video camera, a still camera, anything! No luck there.. Eventually I managed to find out what road the accident took place on, and we were able to send out a Colin and Stu to battle for some facts and pictures. Turned out to be harder than I could imagine due to police press officer, no press pass and so on...

It is weird how things can change. And what is even weirder is the way I felt when I realised something was going on. I mean, it is absolutely terrible, the worst thing basically that can happen to another human being. Still, my adrenaline was buzzing around in my body, my mind were trying to think of what to do next to be able to get information from the situation and how to get any further with the little bits of knowledge of real time, breaking news kind of situations. It was an experience, and I do not know if we will be able to use the material for our bulletin tomorrow at 5pm, but hopefully we can.

It was a strange kind of cool feeling - very hard to explain - to be the one with the information, to actually being the one letting someone else know what's going on that very second and actually feeling like what I did was the right thing. Anyway, very strange day, compared to my usual news/interviews/editing days, but oh so exciting.

News happens, and WINOL is here to report - the buzz of life

Over and out
Buzz buzz

Nightmare coming true..

Read an article on BBC's website on how a man who was thought being in a coma for 23 years was actually conscious all along!!!! Oh my God. Imagine being conscious about everything that happens around you, but not able to notify anyone that you are alive. That you can hear everything that is being said around you. That you are actually 'just' paralysed and not unconscious and in a coma at all. That you live just like everyone else - but you can not tell anyone.

The Belgian man, Rom Houben, was injured in a car crash 23 years ago and ever since family and friends have been told by doctors that he has been in a coma - until the discovery was made that he was not. He says that he 'dreamt the time away' - which I find absolutely amazing - in a very weird kind of way. If something similar would happen to me I don't know how I would be able to survive isolated in my body, trapped with my own voice echoing in my head.. Living dead, that's what it feels like..

Obviously I can't say what I would feel, but the thought alone on this happening is worse than any nightmares dreamt at night...

Oui oui a la france!

A few years back I went with my family to Paris to spend a lovely week there. We did all the touristy things like walking up Champs-Élysées, visiting Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, several cafés, walks along the Seine, one or two many glasses of wine accompanied by baguettes and cheeses.. Aw it was a lovely time and the latest vacation I've had with all my siblings. It's hard to get us all in the same place at the same time, especially with me living in another country, so therefore I endear moments like these a bit extra...

But, our main aim for this trip was not all the beautiful monuments and sightseeings as mentioned above, even though it was an experience I will never forget. No, our main aim was to attack Disneyland Paris and do all the things a group of 14-20 years old can do in the shortest amount of time ever - which happened to be a looooot!

We ran around like lunatics all day, doing everything and even more. Rollercoaster after rollercoaster. Pictures taken with all figures possible (I'm pretty sure I found Winnie the Pooh more interesting that anyone else who's ever been to that park..). Oh happy days! My favorite part of it was The Lion King set up as a musical in one of the massive performing arenas. The music, the actors, the colours..

Everything made me think back on all the Disney movies I've watched through my life and how much each and every one of them have inspired my and made my imagination leap in all kinds of directions. I truly hope that me and my family are able to do something similar to this soon, as moments like these stays with you forever!

Trick or Treat?

I know Halloween was ages ago. But I can't help to feel absolutely horrified when watching the TV and realising that after such a long time, the twins Jedward are still in the Xfactor.. Isn't that show supposed to be all about talent? About ability to sign and perform to entertain the public. On the one hand, yes, they are still there so someone out there must find them worthy a place within the competition - but this is probably more to do with the fact that they keep embarrasing themselves week after week, make people laugh (and cry) but not from a talenty perspective. People keep them in to have something to laugh at. Just like people kept John Sergeant in Strictly Come Dancing last year, I mean, come on, he couldn't dance. Jedwards can't sing. And then Simon Coward - sorry I mean Cowell - had the final vote a week or so ago.. He was able to judge the talents facing each other in the sing off, but instead he turned to the voters, which might be considered fair - but why are there even four judges there in that case? Are they only supposed to sit there and laugh, cry and being sarcastic towards the competitors when they miss out on a note or two?

Meh, entertainment TV couldn't be worse.

And still I'm watching it every week - terrified of what will happen next.

Trick or treat?

Trick it seems..

Sunny memories..

Aaaah! Where's the summer when I need it? I need sun. I need blue skies. I need white fluffy clouds. I need all these elements to inspire me. To feel awake. To feel alive. And, it's raining outside. It's gray. Probably gonna be pitch black in an hour. Yeys. At least in Sweden there used to be snow that lit up the ground and brought something extra to the non stop darkness surrounding us.

This summer I went to Spain with my boyfriend and three of his mates. We spent a week just outside Alicante in a very nice house, had access to two swimming pools and made good use of a car that we rented for the week. We went exploring the nature, which was absolutely beautiful. Made sure we tried all food being served in the area. One night getting lots and lots of different seafood to have our own barbeque party as the sun set over Alcalali.

We also went to a theme park, which was a bit of a disappointment after visiting Disneyland in Paris a couple of years ago. But most of the time we just spent lazying around by the pool, reading books, playing games and just being randomly silly. One of the highlights of the week was us playing water cricket. I was absolutely amazing!

The last days we went to Barcelona to be able to call ourselves cultural once back in England again. Our main aim for this excursion was to visit Nou Camp, since all five of us are massively into football. Even though Spanish league football never have been that interesting for me, I had heard that this arena was supposed to be some extraordinary. And true enough, it was hugely impressive! We spent hours and hours walking around the arena, scouting the museum, turning over price tags in the shop and ending up not buying a single souvenir due to the extreme prices.

We did have a great time. And when I'm waking up on days like these, seeing that the rain is pouring down over Andover, the grey mist devouring the few yellow leaves that still swing in the gloomy emptyness - that's when I open my photo albums and think back on the brighter days when life was much more inspiring. More fun. Interesting. Perfect. Or well, as perfect as it can get :)

Shorthazzlehand

This week has been very intense and stressful, and most things I've done have been concentrated about WINOL, interviewing, reporting, camera skills etc. So when I woke up this morning I decided to have a more relaxing day, but I still wanted to do something productive. So, I took my pen, my blank note book, three million rubbers and sat down.

The adventure started when I opened my well dusty shorthand book. But unfortunately, my so far gained knowledge was not present today.

Aim: to improve my Teeline skills - which is very much needed.

Outcome: a pile of used rubber and a few swear words.

It's not that I can't discipline myself to do it. I quite enjoy it, when I understand what I'm supposed to do and how it all works. But when I can't really puzzle together and master the skills of the language built up on tiny symbols that connects to everything and nothing, I get frustrated. Guess this is the same with everything when it comes to learning. But I want to be able to use it now already. Preferably yesterday.

It always take a little while to pick up from where you ended last time you tried to get through the book. But I do think it's getting easier every time - this might be due to the fact that I've started over from the very beginning three times now.. But hey, I will get there. Sooner or later.

I am sure I will eventually master the language of busy journalists who do not have time to use the language we've once been taught - it's just a matter of time, a very long time...