MY name is unimportant. I am in my 30s, I am divorced, and for the past decade I have been a national newspaper reporter.
I've worked in most places in Fleet Street as both staff and freelance - news agencies, broadsheets, tabloids, daily and Sunday papers. So far I have never been successfully sued, although many have tried.
I love this industry and my job, because it's full of fascinating people and I get to travel the world on someone else's dime. But it's also hard, it's not that well-paid, and a lot of people hate you before you even open your mouth. The fun bit happens when - and if - they change their minds.
I am anonymous because reporters are not allowed to express personal opinions, and because I need to earn a buck. If I were named I'd find it hard to get work, and any insight I can offer would be reduced to almost zero. The views on here would be inextricably linked with those of my employers, which does not seem fair, and of course it would be far less fun if you knew I was fat, boring old Jane Smith of the Daily Globe. I think you'll prefer it this way.
And on Fridays you can read my stuff at the Daily Mirror Online.
THERE are some types of news which are not news at all. The pictures of entirely normal weather for the time of year, for example – lambs in spring, sunbathers in summer, and today a house covered in creeper that’s