Who’s behind the bylines?

I like having two personas. I’m not saying I’m a librarian type figure Monday to Friday and some wild character at the weekend.

But I do find comfort in keeping that line between online and reality. I like the professionalism I force myself to stick to. I like people knowing the journalist me and not much else.

Today is my attempt to let you get to know me a little more. The real me, the person behind the bylines.

This is me not at work, not with a staff pass slung round my neck, not me after a 4am alarm.

This is me behind a budget laptop, listening to James Bay and, sipping on a mug of hot chocolate with my parents sat downstairs.

This is what I’m really like.

I’m Megan/Meg, I’m really not fussed. If we’re honest with ourselves we’ve all been called worse so abbreviations don’t grind my gears.

I can’t remember the last time I had a day without coffee. A flat white is my usual. I have a yellow car. I’m really not that well organised. I’m an over thinker. A worrier. I ask a lot of questions. I like being alone. My iPod is the one thing I’d take to a desert island. I’ve never liked airports much. Lunch is my least favourite mealtime. Playing with a ring on my index finger gets me through most days. My favourite book of all time is The Diaries of a Fleet Street Fox. I don’t like Facebook Messenger. My nephew is the best thing since sliced bread. I would much rather be cold than hot. I truly believe you can overcome anything. I’m proud to be a young female. I love journalism. I love that it can make you go “wow, who knew” multiple times a day*. If I could choose soup of the day, it’d always be carrot and coriander. Carbs give me life. I struggle to decide where to eat dinner but UK news? A piece of cake. And this year I’ll be doing a lot more stuff for me. A lot more towards making me happy.

*and it makes you better at Pointless.