If you had told me two weeks ago that I’d be sitting in Heathrow sending emails about houses and flats in London I’d probably have laughed in your face.
Sarah Doran will never leave Dublin, I always maintained, but now that’s just simply not the case.
I’ve spent the last year struggling to decide whether TV journalism was where I really still wanted to be. Now I’m one hundred per cent sure it’s the only job for me.
I very nearly didn’t come to London two weeks ago, convinced that I’d probably be wasting time doing work experience when I could get the odd TV or radio spot at home.
Radio Times will be the deciding factor, I said, you’ll either love it or leave it alone.
Two weeks, numerous articles, several ships and thousands of puns later, I’m finally so happy in my own professional skin. There’s really no doubting what they, whoever they are, say: If you’re not in you definitely can’t win.
I’ve met incredible people, caught up with old friends and had far too much whiskey. Well, that depends… So for now it’s back to Dublin, which I do still count as home, but I’ll soon be back in London. Have I just written an unintentional poem?
In all seriousness though, thanks to all the friends (both old and new) and journalists who made the last two weeks such an unforgettable roller coaster ride.
Avada brilliant time and it wouldn’t have been half as much of a laugh without all of huw.