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I am an aspiring Journalist and Screenwriter. I am currently following my passions through studying for my National Certificate in Journalism. I am also currently floating several television scripts among literary agents and production companies in an attempt to gain useful representation and for the commissioning of my work. I also adore Soapbox Journalism, so this blog will allow me to write about the things that really bug or interest me about this world. My vivid imagination and blunt, northern humour should make for an enjoyably witty read. If you are easily offended, you might want to turn away now.

Am I German? I’m led to believe I am.

An email in my inbox reads ‘Congratulations Darren! Your Great-Grandfather Jürgen Arndt Low has died and left you his entire fortune. Please call immediately to claim your inheritance!’ Oh okay then.

Am I a trouble-maker? I’m led to believe I am.

I made the mistake of cutting in line ahead of an old-age pensioner yesterday. I was boarding a bus and she had been waiting for a good 5 seconds, prior to my arrival. What an inconsiderate, irresponsible delinquent I had become at the age of 24 - and she had made me very aware of this.

Does a person ever really have to leave their home anymore?

Have recent advancements in technology meant that a person, if he/she chooses, can live out the remainder of their life in reclusion?

I’m sitting on a National Express coach headed for Manchester, and I realise, I hate every person on board with a passion.

It is announced over the tannoy, ‘This is your driver speaking. Passengers are reminded that, for health and safety reasons, they must be wearing their seatbelt at all times. Also, for any passenger needing to use the toilet, it is located at the back of the bus...we should be arriving in Manchester just before 5 o’clock.’

Down and Out in this city, that city...and basically any other, where the women have their senses intact. (1)

His dating record reads like a who’s who of faecal matter. If you were watching this poor, desperate excuse of a man’s screwball antics on the big screen - you would find yourself crunching your lips together, gasping for breath and unsure as to whether you should be laughing or crying. It really was cringe-worthy dating behaviour.