I’ve possibly spent all but six months of the last two years creating email newsletters in my day job at Reach plc.
If you are receiving one about Blackpool FC, Nuneaton & Bedworth or one I managed to get called GasLive, you are welcome.
Somewhere along the line though, I wanted to do one myself, I’ve tried blogging before and it always lasted about a week. Crucially though, a newsletter looked like a good way of putting a stream of consciousness on the internet without actually bothering anyone who wasn’t really interested.
This isn’t news..
We get that a lot. I will state here and now that absolutely nothing I write in this newsletter will be, either. Fair warning.
I have always enjoyed practising what I have learned and in lots of cases taught in my day job and in my studies. That’s how this football website here came about, I wanted to see if I could put into practice what I saw happening across newsrooms every day, and in a way, I have managed that, and learned a few things in the process without ever endangering the integrity of a Reach plc website.
So far so good..
To set my stall out then, this newsletter will be about three things. Beer. Trains. Football (but not that silky stuff you see on the tele).
If possible, it will be about all three at the same time - at least that is the holy grail and I am sure, a bit like the kids on Knightmare on CITV, I might actually achieve it occasionally. At the very least, I’ll often be wearing a stupid hat.
All three things cover various and keenest interests in my life, and how in a roundabout way, heading toward my 40s they’re all coming together.
What does that all mean?..
Whoa straight to the big questions. I don’t know. It’ll evolve. It’s probably recommendations (like if a trip on the Flying Scotsman if it ever comes up again, do it!). It’s probably experiences (like watching a train go past Reading City’s ground BUT I DIDN’T HAVE A BEER). It’s probably how I ended up with draws and draws of football shirts, scarves, model trains and a shelf full of beer that I don’t want to drink.
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At the very least, it gave my good friend Andrew Stuart the opportunity to make this rubbish video. So I’ll leave you with that.