When One Door Closes. . .

End Of Placement

Callum Thornhill

So, after two weeks of work experience I have reached my penultimate day. I have mixed feelings about departing the colleagues I've been with for the past fortnight.

Firstly, not getting up at 6:56 AM every morning will be delightful. 6:56 you may ask, weird time? Yes, but there is logic; I live by the "I don't believe in odd numbers (even weirder), so 6:55/57/59 are ruled out. 6:54 is too early to get up (every minute counts at that time of morning), 6:58 would be too late, therefore 6:56 is the ideal time - the logic is simple.

Another positive, probably the most positive, is the fact that I think this is the career path that I want to go down. It is literally being on social media all day long and reading articles. I can honestly swear to the lord Paul McShane that I've read more online articles in the past fortnight than I have ever done before. The Independent is now a personal favourite of mine...odd choice.

However, as with everything there are of course negatives. Nothing major here, just little things like running out of tasks or ending up with cramped hands. All round though it has been a great experience.

Next week I will be working at Deer Shed Festival - mingling with the likes of Dan Croll, Honeyblood and Billy Bragg. I'm responsible for the social media at the festival so I get to connect to FREE WiFi as well as charging my phone. Win-win. Free festival ticket and my phone will be sorted. What a time to be alive. 

Soggy Tents > Fun In The Sun

#LADS Holidays. The worst idea on earth.

Callum Thornhill

Over the next couple of weeks the majority of my friends will be embarking on holidays full of "beer, birds and beaches" to put it simply. Kavos and Zante will be "graced" with the company of my party loving nearest and dearest, alongside probably hundreds of thousands of others.

Yes, they love to go nightclubbing, however for me this would be a living hell. The idea of being in a minging club with watered down drink really doesn't appeal to me. The resident DJ playing his latest "megamix" to the masses, nah, no thanks, not for me.

I'd honestly much rather trade a week in the sun for five days of slumming it in a tent at a music festival. On the surface, the tent sounds far grimmer, and it probably is. But it is more my scene by far. After many years of eyeing up festival line ups and having my mouth water I was finally able to afford to go last year to Leeds Festival.

Yes it rained on and off at the festival, but you half expect that when you buy a ticket. English summer and all that. If I went to a foreign land for some fun in the sun and it rained I'd be livid. May as well have stayed in bonny old England!

So I worked and saved for months and eventually had enough to get the ticket, but in the weeks coming up to the festival I had second thoughts and genuinely considered not going. Was it the thought of no toilets, or having no idea who I was camping with? Who knows, but I'm so glad that I went in the end.

Five days of living like scum, three and a half days of music, and a week of recovering afterwards. Would I change any of it? No. Why though? Because I know that everyday I'm getting up to sit amongst some excellent company before going to see the biggest and best bands around.

This year I'm working at Deer Shed Festival and quite honestly I can't wait. I shall be running their social media pages and get access to all areas. I really hope I bump into Honeyblood or Dan Croll. That'd make my festival!

So when I stop by at friend's houses and their mothers ask if I'm joining their son on holiday and I say no it opens a whole new conversation about why. Usually they end up fully agreeing with me on how foreign excursions to get drunk are a ridiculous idea.

Next year I will probably go to T in the Park after years of saying "next year" - but until then I will be back to Yorkshire to lend my company to Leeds Festival. Not my friends' idea of fun, as Kavos/Zante isn't mine, but we still tolerate each other's interests. It's a funny old world.

Another blog? Why?

A Brief Introduction to the New Blog

Callum Thornhill

Blogging. Something that has become increasingly popular over the past few years. A place for anyone to write anything. Effectively an online diary. I've already got a blog (loosecardiganofideas.blogspot.com - check it out hint hint) but that is mainly to review and announce things. I think this blog you are reading is more about personal experiences.

As a student I feel that my time at university could be documented using this, as well as all of the (not so) crazy shenanigans that I partake in over the coming weeks/months/years. Who knows, if I ever become famous this blog may be read in depth by fans and journalists to get an insight into the end of my teenage years.

So yeah, that's pretty much it for post number one. Just a brief introduction to why I've created something else to procrastinate with. I'm also in the process of making a new Instagram to post some funky, arty pictures. Basically I'm just rebranding my whole life.

Staying consistent with posts will probably be the death of me, but I will try my best.

Until next time, goodbye.

Callum xox