Dear reader,
I write to you today under a
certain amount of duress. I say this because I don’t really want to be
responsible for a blog, nor the things I might inadvertently say within it, but
it is a course requirement for a Bachelor of Journalism. Even with a degree,
there’s a not-insubstantial chance that my qualification makes me little more
than an over-qualified taxi driver. But here I am and write I must, so I’ll
turn my feeble attention towards some of the more interesting moments in the
life and times of an aspiring human. Behold, then, as I fill you in on the
Misadventures of a Disaffected Man-Child; or Further Preparations for a Life of
Crime.
In this blog – which I am being
forced to create but which I will ultimately overcompensate all over, like a
puppy seeking approval from a cruel master – I will attempt to explore some of
the cultural paradigms of modern counter-culture within arts and entertainment
trends, as well as speaking about the influences of economics, politics and
class on youth culture. Alongside such poorly executed but high-minded
discussion as that, there will be an inevitable torrent of filthy language and
belligerent cynicism, plus all my Bachelor of Journalism course-work which will
serve as a blow-by-blow account of my desperate attempt to not die alone in a
cabin filled with empty cat-food tins and no cats.
So, with that I wish you luck and
hope I don’t say anything too terrible. I’m working on it.
I promise.
Karl Anderson
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