The Works.

The TV work is coming in, unpaid but I have my second lot which I'm really excited about. The production manager asked for my CV and she's asked me to come in for a whole week this time and work with her in the office!

I am psyched about it. I know the BBC is losing money, or something, but I know if I can get good experience then when I finish uni in two years then I'll be more likely to get paid work.

I'm going to try and get another internship with them in London next summer. That is my plan.

Plus, my old pub offered me my job back so I'll be doing that three nights a week until October when I'll do just the one.

You know when you reach a certain age? You know the one. It's the one after you've learned how to speak up for yourself and the one just before you realise how fun it is to have your own brightly coloured tea pot.

Yes, I speak of the age when a person is done with the idea of feeling homesick and just wants to get the hell out of their house. The house that's inhabited by mothers, step fathers, little sisters and big brothers. I love them all dearly but it's time to go.