Prologue

Prologue

I was going to complete this journalistic work as an old-fashioned journal; the one where pen and paper meet, often scrawled rather than written.

It occurred to me that scrawling however, might make it unsightly and difficult to re-read when I might need to come out of the self-indulgent world of blogging and go back to look at why I have recorded anything going through my head in the first place. 

"Why did I chose this project?" 

"Where did that idea come from?"

"What am I going to wear tonight?"

I jest, but only half-heartedly. After all, as colloquial as all this self-critical journalistic stuff is, the experiences had from being a third year fresher in a city more than 270 miles away from home will have some bearing on the project I will ultimately hand in; one way or the other.

To quote D'aiello Jr. (2013), "let's call a spade a spade" (D'Aiello, www.facebook.com message thread 22/09/13); The project I ultimately decide to embark upon will be a creation from imagination influenced and fuelled by a combination of the experiences life has already thrown my way and those that will occur in due course. There's no getting away from it.

Don't panic ladies & gentlemen, I won't go into all the useless waffle detailing what I 'did' in fact end up wearing, which club I went to, what array of intoxicating drinks I consumed and how that led me to think of organising an interview with David Bowie as part of my project.... Although, that would be rather (for a better word) cool.

At this stage, I have met my 'work-based learning' tutor, Simone - lovely, professional and strikes me as though she doesn't tolerate 'slacking'. Just as well I'm a grafter really! She was very influential on the decision I ultimately made regarding module choices; I guess writing this now, that's pretty obvious.

Am I writing this for you or for me?