Monthly Archives: January 2011

HoP- “What do you want to specialise in?” C-“I want to be a camera operator.” HoP- “Oh sweetheart. What about a weather girl? Camera is a man’s job, you’ll need to carry things!”

Should not still be so focused on this, but as the controversy escalates it’s hard not to get pulled in (and increasingly annoyed). Especially when you not only work in the media industry, but as it happens have somehow got dropped in the middle of Premier League broadcasting.

It’s of course the spectacle ala Andy Gray and Richard Keys, which started on Saturday after some rather boyish (or as Key’s refers to it ‘lad mag banter’) comments disrespecting the female assistant referee’s knowledge of the office rule (and very presence on the pitch).

First of all there’s the discussion of whether or not gals should be working top division male football matches. Personally I see no reason why we couldn’t move football along into the 21st century along with the rest of the sports world. Rio Ferdinand tweeted it best, saying

‘I’m all for women refereeing in football, discrimination should not happen in our game at all… prehistoric views if u think otherwise.’ and ‘They should be judged like the men… on the basis of their performance!’

Even Fabio Capello (current England manager) made a statement, saying –“”I hear there is a sexism row but I played a lot of games with a woman linesman in Italy… Every time she was focused and made the correct decisions. The women linesmen are good.” .

And Kenny Daglish of Liverpool queried the Sky reporter on whether he was alright with there being a female journalist in the room (brilliant!). And comments like these, from top players and coaches mean the world because the young ‘lads’ and gals will look up to them and think ‘Huh, well, Rio said it was cool so…’

Still, there are pleanty of opposing views to match Gray and Keyes, for example BBC Scotland rep and former Hibernian assistant manager Brian Rice

“I don’t like it, I must admit,” he said. “To be fair to the lady, it was a great call she made on Saturday. But I think if she had got that wrong, she has opened herself up for a lot of criticism. I think they obviously know the rules. They will know them better than us. I think it is the pressure they put themselves under. They are as fit as any guy can be and can run as quick as any male referee, but putting themselves in the spotlight like that might affect them.”

Is the ‘concern’ for their psychological well being enough of a reason to ban them from the (male) game though? Or just an outdated excuse, especially if they’re making the right calls?  Surely Sian & CO (in whatever speciality/industry) should be allowed to make that choice for themselves. No femme ref walks into a PL match without being fully prepared for a potential backlash/innuendos and infinite comments/shit storm of epic proportions. But at the end of the day, if she does the job just as well as a boy why should her presence be condemned?

But regardless of your views on this matter, that’s just part of the discussion. Andy Gray got sacked part due to the PR shit storm he landed in his employer’s (BSkyB) lap, and partially because he made very few allies during his 20 (!) yrs of service at the sports desk. And I bet you quite a few of these frenemies were women, see we may grin and bear it to a great extent as part of daily working life (bah humbug), but we don’t forget, it does grate our nerves, and we’re not gonna throw the life raft any more then you would.

Sports Agent (one of only 10 female pro agents in the UK) Georgina remarks: “I’ve had far worse said to my face… Sian Massey made the right calls in a big game – she was great… In fact, you could say she had the balls to deal effectively with matters.”

“People think I am a wife, girlfriend or in meetings they assume I am the tea lady or secretary. It doesn’t bother me – I like to be underestimated – it’s a good place to start from.”

This, and the video of Andy Gray asking Charlotte Jacksson (fellow Sky presenter and femme fatale) to ‘tuck it in’ motioning to his crotch with his mic, is in no way uncommon. In fact, days without a few everyday sexist remarks that could lead to a fairly successful law suit are more of a surprise than those filled with them. But, like Georgina says, it can be used as an advantage because you’re always striking from below… And everyone loves a successful underdog!

Maybe it’s just the media industry, but more likely it’s a national boys perspective on gals. Whether it appears charming, gentlemanly ground-work, as unwanted flirtations, or downright uncomfortable comments none of it belongs at the workplace. Quite a big part of that is on us gals to shake our heads and say ‘no, actually, we’re stepping right on into the 21st century… you lot coming along or not?’. If they enjoy spreading their ‘lad mag banter’ so much then they can stay while the rest of the world moves slowly past them. Bottom line sexism, racism, homophobia, etc etc etc etc has no place at work, out on the streets, or in sports. Yes, maybe we’re making too much of a small comment, but a million of those comments over a long period of time is what made this news-frenzy flood burst, not just banter gone wrong on a Saturday afternoon or a gal’s presence in a ‘man’s world’.

On a side note, the Football Association put in a ban on women’s football between 1922-1960s (ladies were not allowed to practise the sport on the grounds of the FA and their affiliates). This after they had produced a team known as the Dick, Kerr’s Ladies back in the 1910s that whopped not only most UK male football butts, but in fact toured the states and did quite well! They also played at Goodison Park in 1920 to raise money and had a crowd of 53,000+ (with reportedly another 10-15k turned away due to lack of space). But just in case they were still unsure about that darn offside rule the FA stepped in and quickly hindered any further embarrassment.

Just saying… Over and out




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A’s boyfriend: In my spare time I like to watch Huskey videos on youtube… A & P: …

It’s amazing who might be sitting just around the corner from you, and the stories they could have to share. Seriously, we spend far too little time talking to one another (sarcastically telling BT you simply adore their customer service and would they not like to send you a twenty page form to recommend them to the year award whilst you wait another three months for the broadband… well, that doesn’t quite count).

Have so far today found out our receptionist is a very talented (and well repped) playwright/composer of musical theatre/etc etc, the new boys in the office have some simply scandalous stories of the changes in the journalist trade, and Producers blog these days. About things not at all relevant to their job description.

Have also learnt that serious conversations will simply not happen before sufficient amounts of coffee has gone through the system in the morning. For example accidentally telling your sort of boss how much a certain city could very well be considered the ghetto of northern california may not be the best idea when it turns out his lovely aunt Martha lives there and talks it up every other Sunday. Hmmm, note to self.

And on an entirely different note, Miranda Kerr (aka stunning Viccy’s Secret model+health guru+author as it turns out) posted a pic on her blog of her newborn adorable son. What do the papers pick up on though? Oh good heavens she’s breastfeeding! Deary oh! Must start a new debate, how dare they reignite such a confusing topic. To feed or not to feed… And apparently the NHS are now saying this isn’t a good idea, the whole milk thing. Not that I want to question the good docs advice or anything, but hasn’t this procedure worked quite all right for the past, oh you know, couple of thousands of years? And then some?!

over and out



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A-“And that’s how I want to get married. P… P?” P-“Don’t take this the wrong way but some tweaks& that’d make an excellent horror script!”

Awards season is upon us again, and the annual dilemma of ‘would pulling a sickie the Monday after the Oscars be too obvious or could I get away with it’ comes up again. Sadly, the answer is always the same – yup, they’ll know. yeah, you’ll make it through with a lot of coffee.

Either way, ended up on spending six hours on a bus this weekend which post two movies meant catching up on girly mags leftover on the next seat.

As it is that time of year, they had included an intriguing mini-feature on the life behind the scenes of an awards show. Everything from Diva meltdowns to people getting fired because the close up during the thank-you-lot speech showed too much botox. Oooh really!

I will admit that for all the glam and hype I don’t envy the guys on the receiving end of all that. Don’t get me wrong, put me on a movie set and I’ll happily suffer through that and much more, but for a red carpet and swanky eve of tears and golden mini men? Unless I get to stand near it and oogle said mini man for a significant amount of time, well, no…





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“My name is ‘A.’ I study TV Production at Bournemouth Uni. And I am OBSESSED with cameras and films and editing and the Oscars and coffee and TV and and and — So Give Me A Job! PLEASE!”

How not to introduce yourself at a business lunch/gathering.

So. I was invited to a buffet lunch called “Media People Get-together.” To me this translated in my head as “OMG you’re cool enough to be invited to hang out with professionals now holy-shit-that’s-so-awesome!!!” I could swap business cards, and talk movies, and get freelance work, and stalk industry people, and just totally feel like a grown-up.

And then I realised. I HAVE NO BUSINESS CARDS.

The result of this realisation? Logging onto, designing a sexy little rectangle of informative cardboard, and ordering 250 of them for a total of £21.99. Score!

The cards arrived, and I strutted off to the lunch feeling like… well like a 19 year old playing  grown-up (mainly due to the zit outbreak that had just occurred -_- ). But I wasn’t gonna let that stop me. I had timed my arrival very carefully: the lunch started at 12.30 but I didn’t want to be early in case I was the only/first one there (just awkward), but I didn’t want to be late (unprofessional). So how did I solve this impossible conundrum?? I strolled in at 12.34 🙂

[Btw, yes, it is worrying needlessly about every aspect of my day that achieves such great results in my early career. It is also why my doctor gives me expensive pills for stress-induced migraines. I’m gonna fit right in in Hollywood ❤ ]

I was then presented with a series of career-defining challenges:

  1. How to eat gracefully and network at the same time?
  2. What do you do when you’ve met someone before but don’t remember their name??
  3. How do I actually give you one of my bleeding business cards without coming across as what I truly am (insane and desperate media-loving freak) ???

Question 1: Chill. Enjoy the food – in fact I found it’s a great conversation starter. Obviously don’t talk with your mouth open or dribble down your blouse; just be normal (it is possible). And if they do that really annoying thing where they ask a question just as you’ve put a fork-full of noodles and sweet&sour chicken into your mouth…. Smile, chew quickly and use this moment to come up with a totally kick-ass response that’ll have them begging you to come work for them.

Question 2: My method was to assume they’re way to important to remember my name, and just go straight on up saying, “Hi, I’m ‘A!’ We met on that shoot when I worked in that hell-hole! How are ya?” Now this doesn’t usually lead to them telling you their name in return, but it makes them feel special and so you automatically get brownie points. What you shouldn’t do?

“OMG Hi! I remember you! You were at that lecture with Sandy Lieberson!! This is such a cool coincidence!”

Yeah. Now they know that I stalked them. Genius.

Question 3: ANYWAY POSSIBLE. DO NOT – I repeat – DO NOT let ANYONE leave that lunch without one of your cards! Geez. I mean, talk about missed-opportunity?! My tactics for business card swapping are pretty shameless; as the interesting conversation about their next idea for a feature film draws to a close, just say, “Well I’d be happy to help, here’s my card! Let me know if you need an extra pair of hands!” You gotta bite the bullet and be confident that yes, actually, I am cool enough to have one of these babies. (I learnt this as the lunch progressed. My original card-swapping bid was “Hey! I just bought my first business cards – especially for today! Here, you want one? Isn’t it pretty?”)

The best advice I can give though, is be yourself, be confident and sell, sell, SELL yourself. Another good idea is to send an email to every contact you collected, quickly remind them who you are, that is was great to meet them, maybe throw in a quick joke or something you ‘bonded’ over (hopefully) to make it more personal, and just casually add that you’re free for any work they can offer.

Yeah, so hope this helps you if you have any media get-togethers in the future!

And, uh, I have about 234 business cards left, so if you’d like one let me know! I’ll send it for free. Just comment with your name, telephone, address and email. (Note: you will be stalked)

Love ‘A’ x

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A: “I just pictured you naked.” P: “Well, did I look good?” A: “Sure!” P: “That’s Ok then!”

There’s been this big cupcake-shaped cloud of guilt hanging over me since last week.

I knew what it was. It was ‘P’ in her sweetest, incing-topped form saying, “Write on the blog. Write on the blog. WRITE ON THE BLOG.”

I’m writing on the blog!!!!! I was just waiting for something cool to write about, and a spare moment, and basically procrastinating because there is so much pressure to write something good! Anyway I doubt anyone is gonna read this so… here we go!

P.S: ‘P’ I miss you. Like the post title? Yeah me too. Now everyone will picture you naked! And I won’t feel like such a  pervy weirdo 😀




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P: “There is nothing cuter than an evil marshmallow man! C’mon he’s stomping on the city going ‘Oooohohoooh!’ –how is that not adorable?!!”

Had beers with some old crew members the other day. They had just come off a shoot, there were cameras and that slightly manic ‘post filming of people who have never been in front of a camera before’ glow.

I spent about an hour having fond flashbacks of Krispy Cream stops along the highways around 1am after a 6am calltime the previous morning. Then tried to work out who in their right mind misses stale doughnuts while surrounded by the insanely amazing (yet not inclusive of said doughnuts or crew banter or manic eyes to the same degree) office/job things I am at the moment fortunate enough to be.

I didn’t get ID:d for the beer though. The woman looked at me and spent a good minute looking from the laptop bag to me to the bag and back. She seemed to decide there was some sort of logic in thinking I wouldn’t have been given the bag (not the computer) if I wasn’t old enough to get drunk after work. Or voluntarily be wearing heels like that.