Thursday, 11 June 2015

My first obituary: Sir Christopher Lee dies at 93

As part of my journalism training at the Press Association last summer, I was required to master the art of obituary writing and Sir Christopher Lee was the lucky demi-corpse I picked from The Deathlist. Having spent a morbid Sunday afternoon delving into this man's great life under the pretence that he had already pegged it, I developed quite a soft spot for this fine actor and had hoped this obituary remain in the realm of fiction for a little while longer. 
Britain’s most distinguished horror villain, actor Sir Christopher Lee was famed for his personification of some of cinema’s greatest miscreants. The actor’s portrayal of Count Dracula,  Count Dooku and Saruman cemented him as Hollywood’s man on the dark-side.

Sir Christopher’s deep, strong voice and 6ft 5 stature made him instantly recognisable to audiences. His height had initially hindered his acting career but as Dracula he became a Hammer horror legend. One of cinema’s hardest working actors, Sir Christopher appeared in 280 films.

The actor’s career with Hammer began with the film, The Curse of Frankestein but it was as Dracula that he is perhaps remembered most fondly. It was during his years with Hammer that the actor established his working relationship and lifelong friendship with Peter Cushing.

By the mid-seventies the actor had grown tired of his role as Dracula and feared becoming typecast. In an attempt to move away from the horror genre, Sir Christopher appeared in The Three Musketeers, The Four Musketeers: Milady’s Revenge, and The Man with the Golden, in which he played Bond villain Francisco Scaramanga. James Bond creator Ian Fleming was the actor’s step-cousin.

In more recent years he enjoyed global recognition as Count Dooku in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones and as Saruman in The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit film trilogies. The actor famously auctioned off his memorabilia from the film, including Saruman’s iconic staff and Aragorn’s sword. He said: “I feel it is now time that someone else is able to enjoy their magic.” Sir Christopher was gifted the sword as show of appreciation for his work in the films. He was known to be an accomplished swordsman and had exceptional knowledge of Tolkien's works.

Christopher Lee was born in Belgravia, Westminster, London in 1922. He served in the Royal Air Force during the Second World War. Following his release from military service he joined the Rank Organisation to train as an actor in its Charm School. He married his wife, former Danish model Birgit Kroencke in 1961. His daughter Christina outlives him.

The actor regularly appeared in the films of American director Tim Burton. Sir Christopher was cast for roles in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street and Alice in Wonderland. As the Gentleman Ghost in Sweeney Todd, Sir Christopher recorded ‘The Ballad of Sweeney Todd”.

Although Sir Christopher voiced many characters throughout his career, the actor was lesser known for his singing talents. Classically trained, he is credited on many film soundtracks but it is metal music that the actor loved most. At the age of 91 his single ‘Jingle Hell’ made him the oldest living performer to have ever entered the music charts.  

The actor was awarded an OBE in 2001 and was subsequently knighted in the 2009 Queen’s Birthday Honours list for his contributions to film, television and charity. He received the BAFTA Fellowship in 2011.

Sir Christopher Lee, actor, was born on May 27, 1922. He died June 11 2015, aged 93






Saturday, 30 August 2014

PRESS ASSOCIATION DIARIES VI: Multimedia journalist hype

I've started a post-grad course at the Press Association so I thought I'd share a little of what's been happening on the PMA blog.

Apparently we're all multimedia journalist now! I guess that was always the plan but the reality hadn't dawned on me until now. Bar a few formalities (passing FIVE exams and overcoming chronic hysteria) we've pretty much made it.

*I am, of course, completely jumping the gun but it's of great comfort when the prospect of failing these exams is becoming ever greater - if you make it to week 9 you'll understand. Anyway back to being a shit hot multimedia journalist.

Having handed Roberta my complete work book, my next feat was to upload the vox pop we produced onto YouTube. And it was as I published the first piece of video journalism that I'd had a hand in producing that I realised that it had all been worth it. I was a multimedia journalist.
In celebration of all that multimedia magic here are five of my favourite multimedia things:

1.Victoria Vox Pop

This is the vox pop Liv, Rudy and I produced. Way back in July (really not that long ago but it feels it) we wrote, filmed and edited this to make our debut as video journalists. Not bad eh?

Must get round to changing the intro music.

2. Urvasi Urvasi - Humse Hai Muqabla (1994)

This is everything. To my horror, I found myself nodding my head to a Will.i.am song but thankfully this is why. (IN MY OPINION, BASED ON LOADZ OF RESEARCH) The talentless little twerp couldn't have possibly produced a great song without borrowing from a classic like this.

Also I really feel in the right circumstances Rudy and I could do great things with this... Rudy?

3.Francky Vincent - Fruit de la Passion

Francky Vincent - Fruit de la passion by melaniie2b
In the absence of any kind of experience of summer I've been living vicariously through things like this. Clearly my mental stability is not an issue.

4. As Told By Ginger - Little Seal Girl
And on that note, here's one of our PA after-hours anthems.

5. Harmony Smith - HEY Vine
       
Although my journalism skills may have multiplied, my social skills have somewhat suffered.

*If you have noticed an absence of "ALS Ice Bucket Challenge" Videos that is because I'm hoping they will soon disappear into the same internet black hole that all those "No Makeup Selfies" did (along with all those pledged donations).

**Clearly I am now a cynical multimedia journalist.                       

Thursday, 21 August 2014

PRESS ASSOCIATION DIARIES V: Work Placement

Imagine us as foetuses incubated in the most intense and secure Press Association womb; warm, comfortable, our development near complete, our respective umbilical cords now well intwined.

Still with me?

Well mumma Roberta has cut the cords and shipped her baby journos out into the working world.


The first week of placement is almost up and it's been strange coping without my PA people. Being back at ELLE with six weeks of 24-7 journalism training under my belt has felt pretty good 
but going it alone has reminded me of the big bad world that awaits us in just a few weeks. 

If Roberta will remember her Summer 2014 flock for one thing it'll be how well we all got on. Although none of us have taken our "special friendships" to the next level (thank God) and we've pretty much rejected all of Tom's invitations to the pub, it's been nice* to be amongst friends. 

*Minus the "Lad Chart", curated by our "Lad Editor" (Aka another man without a purpose) 

It's made this process a whole lot easier, even if it might have slowed down our productivity. Luckily, life at ELLE hasn't been too lonely as I had a few allies already and hot-desking* means a fresh batch of desk buddies everyday.

*Hot-desking also means feeling homeless at work. Make of it what you will - it's modern!

A week away from PA has given me the time and space to revaluate a lot of things. I really value the work that we've produced collaboratively, particularly Industries 2 Invest In (our app). I can see why there is such an emphasis on being "team-players".
No man is an island and no magazine was produced by one (wo)man.

But I am island-ing it for these two weeks and there's still the obituary to write (not mine - maybe mine) and the review and it's bank holiday weekend and that means Notting Hill Carnival. 
Being out in the real world is bittersweet.
  This can be read as a) Roberta engulfing us once again or b) Us meeting our fateful end.

Sunday, 3 August 2014

PRESS ASSOCIATION DIARIES IV: Media Law: At least it's in "Public Interest"

Libel
Defamation by written or printed words, or in any form other than spoken words or gestures.
Slander
CBA - No one sues for slander.

I write this acutely aware of the threat of libel, slander, copyright, contempt, or any other legal action that might see me locked up or penniless before I even qualify as a journalist.

We've spent a welcomed day away from the Press Association revising for our media law mock tomorrow. What this really means is that we've spent the day reminding ourselves of just why we should never write anything again.

Essentially the law is on ever other f*****'s side – except the journalist's.  For a while learning media law felt quite Ally McBeal and kind of cool to know at least some of what keeps us all in line - well most journalists (libel by innuendo? Who knows... sue me.) At least in the likely event that we are sued, we have some kind of knowledge of what might defend us against the oppressive monsters (libel)I guess it's good to know your enemy.

That said, I've been facing a more immediate enemy in the form of subbing (←Probs ungrammatical). Just no. I've thoroughly enjoyed and benefited from the liberalisation of education but they could at least teach you grammar! Any previous PMA-ers will understand the pain endured whilst trying to sub Keith's Wolves masterpiece. God forbid he uses another of my passive sentences from this post as subbing bait.

FYI GIFS ARE A COMPLETE INFRINGEMENT OF COPYRIGHT

Friday, 25 July 2014

PRESS ASSOCIATION DIARIES III: Features: Featuring our resident idiots

We're coming to the end of our first week of features training and apparently no-one reads features anymore (or at least we don't - hoes exposed). But eventually we'll write "great" features that people will read and not use to line their cat's litter trays.

Whilst that's been tricky enough for us to get our heads around it appears some of our fellow trainee journalists are still in need of some more basic education.

During another early morning shorthand lesson with the lovely Richard a few unusual questions were raised:

SAM asked what a BANGLE was...



TOM as always asked MANY  things but amongst the most mind-boggling...He had no idea what  "Feng Shuey" was aka  Feng Shui to the rest of us...

But SAM did know and was quick to explain... "It's complete sh!t3"... philistine.
Richard and I also had to explain to TOM what a "Bunga Bunga" party was...
In other news ROSIE is a tarot reading witch...

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

PRESS ASSOCIATION DIARIES II: PA aka the Photobooth Association

I'm back for my second post and this week we discovered photobooth – SORRY


Nicholas (in green) was particularly happy, Kaltrina and Sam less so.
Feeling left out, I decided to start documenting writing news pieces (see below) and short snappy news has been proving more difficult than any of us anticipated. Those snippets of news you might read half of in the Metro on your way to work are hard to write people (if you want to write them well and Roberta's your editor) 
I find myself sprouting Roberta's journo gospel even when I don't want to hear it. "But how the hell are we moving the story forward guys?" It's starting to feel like we're stuck on a loop and some news just won't "move forward".

That being said today I had my first news story accepted (with minor amendments needed obvs) but still 50 odd words of progress and I didn't even make it to a third attempt. This feels like a milestone but it's becoming apparent that it'll mean nothing in the very near future. 

Talking of the future this week we met chief chimpanzee Darshan Sanghrajka who according to his twitter bio is a "stand up, economist, creative, marketing strategist, social impact person" and sexist (just kidding Darshan - wow women aren't funny). He was great and taught us all about Search Engine Optimisation or SEO as we now call it. Thanks to him we're all pretty fluent in social media. For some of us (Olivia) SEO stands more for Stalking Energy Optimisation and for others (Sam) meeting Darshan meant losing their twitter virginity. Sam's yet to tweet but I heard he's totes getting Instagram ####

Anyway back to the Photobooth Association...
I finally plucked up the courage to ask to borrow Olivia's glasses. As a blind person without glasses this is pretty big.  
Then this guy started paining the computer room door... 
And the fumes got pretty intense.... 
And I started to feel pretty intense. 
He did't seem to care that I had "serious" Photobooth work to do.
I got a little desperate....
Then we become pals! #fumes #friends

Monday, 7 July 2014

PRESS ASSOCIATION DIARIES I: A Journalist not a writer

I've started a post-grad course at the Press Association so I thought I'd share a little of what's been happening on the pma blog

DAY 1: SAY HELLO TO THE PRESS ASSOCIATION & GOODBYE TO YOUR LIVES 

In the beginning there were nine and they were fresh faced and hopeful but they weren't journalists. The trainee journalists you'll be hearing from this summer are me (Kasia Hastings), Kaltrina Bylykbashi, Nicholas Dawson, Tom Johnson, Sam Allen, Rudy Katoch, Olivia McCreahedley, Blayne Pereira, and Rosie Clarke - that's if we make it past week one.

There was an exciting nervous energy at the Press Association this morning as lead course tutor Roberta Cohen's lambs came in for the slaughter. But what we didn't know is that Roberta had far greater plans for us than Sunday lunch's lamb chops. FYI the course starts as it means to go on, they mean business and every second I spend here the more of a journalist I feel. 

For our first task we turned our backs on the internet and took to the streets of Victoria to get the story on the local area. Whilst it was important for Blayne to ascertain the whereabouts of the nearest Nandos, what this really taught us is that far better information can be acquired by actually getting out there and speaking to people. (And as we now know this means it's the best way of getting a new angle for your news story too, even if it means actually talking to real people - AH!)

After day one I'm feeling suitably scared and excited but actually far less panicked than I thought I'd be (I expect that'll come later). It's nice to feel fully committed to something that is equally committed to me. And since we've sized each other up and exchanged follows on twitter I'm feeling pretty happy with the comrades I have beside me too. 

(Expect me to be a little more unhinged in my next blog post and naturally more entertaining- we can only hope)