Sky News Day 19: There’s an app for that (and I made it)

I hate iPhones.  I hate Macs.  I hate iPads. And I especially hate the iFags who do absolutely nothing else with their lives other than stare at an Apple manufactured screen, occasionally prodding it in the smug self-satisfaction that they have enough Apple products to start an extended family, whilst still craving more. I, on the other hand, have to make do with a “mere” Nokia and you can almost see the distaste flowing from every orifice in their body as I pull it from my pocket. I’m not quite sure where my hatred came from, or where it started, but I can feel my heart sink whenever a new acquaintance reveals an iGadget.  Upon discovering that my boyfriend is the proud owner of  an iPad, iPod and currently lusting for both an Mac and an iPod I nearly ended it there and then. Restraining myself slightly I settled for a rant in front of most of his family about how’d I’d never shell out the best part of a grand on some hyped up piece of metal. Then I went to Sky’s iPad department.

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Whilst it probably goes without saying that there are a lot of iPads floating around in the Sky News iPad department, I was a little bit surprised to handed my own for the day, as a seemingly necessary prerequisite for the job.  I mean, you can’t spend ALL your time working on one app? After I’d got over the fact that I was holding the devil itself and had a bit of prod around myself, I finally had a chance to look around. There are at least 15 people working on content for one app which only works on one device which was only launched a few years ago. They even have their own news reader who records specific bulletins. Either Sky have gone clinically insane or I guess this must be kind of a big deal.

The whole place is like a mini newsroom in itself. They record and upload live TV onto the app, run two separate unique bulletins from their own mini studio, supply a constant stream of articles and create more interactive slideshows and features than you can shake a stick at. Whilst none of them really get the chance to leave and do any proper on the ground journalism, there’s a really nice element of creativity with app building which you don’t get elsewhere. It doesn’t really get more creative than being asked to make a fact file on a Russian cult leader no one know anything about or has ever seen. By the time I’ve made my second feature (a pictorial history of women’s boxing if you’re interested), I find myself absently mindedly checking how much the damn things cost and wondering why more of my friends don’t have one so I can show off what I did. Just no one tell my boyfriend.

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Sky News Day 16/17: Going live in ten, please cease all your bodily functions

If you imagine Sky News as the big glamorous diva, with lovely open plan studios to lounge in and hundreds of people checking on her to see if she’s okay, Sky News Radio is definitely the runt of the family. There’s a meagre collection of staff, struggling to break into double figures, who run the whole show from a tiny little side room with no windows and pretty much no contact with the outside world of “Murdoch Empire”. In fact, when I was given my tour three weeks ago, radio was pointed out with a hushed voice and the wave of the hand; the kind of wave that actually means “it’s scary and weird in there so we don’t go in but just point at it instead”. Safe to say radio isn’t scary at all, it’s just TV without the pictures, though they do look a bit light deprived.

Okay, yea, I just didn’t have a better picture

Sky News Radio is a bit of a weird one, it’s essentially regular news bulletins for stations which are either too lazy or too cash strapped to make their own and also offers scripts and sound bites on an astronomical amount of the news agenda, so they can add their own dash of creativity. As a very lovely man who sails the ship from 4am to 12pm explains this all to me, I can’t help feeling like a bit of a smart arse; if there’s one thing doing a Bob Friend Scholarship proposal properly teaches you, it’s every single one of their fifty squillion outputs. Here’s to hoping that actually doing your research on the company and offering some free hot chocolate vouchers makes you look like a nice and engaged person and not a know it all knob.

Sitting in on some live broadcasts presented yet another problem; I appear to have developed what can only be described as the shittiest illness in the world to have in a recording studio complete with continuous outpourings of snot, phlegm and the general appearance of death. I’d also forgotten to take advantage of the Travelodge all you can eat breakfast (I say forgotten, narrowly avoided disaster is probably a better phrase) so aside from contending with unruly coughs, splutters and sneezes there’s also the growing growl of a stomach, which if anyone asks is definitely not mine. I’m quite relieved when they actually give me some writing to do, so I can snivel away without the worry of it being heard by millions of people nationwide. I’m even more relieved when the boss man tells me it’s perfect and he couldn’t have done it better himself. Ka-boom.

Sky New Day 14/15: I wrote it, Kay Burley said it

Whilst I’d like to think I’m not one to brag about my achievements, if any, I’m also not ashamed to admit that I do like them to be known. It can sound a somewhat contradictory notion, but to me it seems perfectly achievable. I want my byline on the piece, so I can prove it’s mine and justifiably slap it down on the table mid job interview and say that was mine, I did it, all by my little old self. But by the same token I’m not looking to ram it down anybody’s throat. One of the things which has always left me slightly dubious about working within broadcasting is that though I’m not searching for the limelight and gagging to get in front of the camera, I’m not quite comfortable with the idea a lot of hard work goes generally uncredited and is completely untraceable.

I guess she can be the star of her show if she wants too..

Working with a production team was always going to be a test of that attitude; everything you do goes into the programme and there’s not so much of a closing credit to say what you did and getting to work on some of the NIBs to be read out in the bulletin was perhaps one of the weirdest experiences I’ve had at Sky so far. They’re hardly substantial; about 15 seconds of text to be read out over the top of some live visuals by the presenter, who just so happens to be Kay Burley. Having edited and written a few myself I didn’t really think much of the whole anonymous affair until whilst rushing around like a blue arsed fly trying to get graphics for the latest  British golds (oh yea, GO TEAM GB!!! The Olympics makes into an excitable and hormonal teenager all at once) I happened to hear Kay Burley reading something that I wrote earlier on. And, I have to admit it made a bit of a funny feeling in my stomach and I felt kind of proud; something I’d never have expected.

This blog post is verging on the territory of deep and meaningful, which I’m concious to avoid like a runaway lion, but it seems to me there’s merit to being part of the bigger picture. There’s no way that journalism on a large scale can be achieved by one person alone and being just one of those tiny cogs that help make it all happen can actually feel quite rewarding, there’s even a weird sense of pride found in the fact that no one else know what you did. Perhaps sometimes, it’s alright to leave the limelight to Mz Burley.

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Sky News Day 12/13: Let’s all tune in to the BBC…

Working for the Sky during the Olympics has got to be one of the weirdest experiences of my journalistic career so far and not just because it’s only one of the biggest sporting events ever and just, y’know, that massive news powerhouse that is Sky News. Even with my own meagre experience of filming for television, it has always been a case of find a story and asking yourself “do these pictures work?” Pictures are paramount to television news; who’s going to sit watch and watch the same voice simply read a couple of headlines  over and over again, only to be intercepted by some dullish men in suits saying equally dull things. They really do make or break a story; things that barely get a look in on radio are instantly bumped up the running order due to amazing footage and vitally important updates are glided over when there’s truly no hope of a good visual; hence the trouble in covering the EU financial crisis.

I’d probably have found it more weird that all of Sky HQ was glued to these two on the beeb if I wasn’t so gripped myself

And whilst you make the think the Olympics poses little problem, with every possible coverage right afforded to the BBC, Sky is faced with a massive conundrum; how to keep the viewers watching when you can’t show ANY footage of the events at all. And it’s not like the Olympics is one of those things you can just shunt off to the side. It’s an exceptionally weird feeling to be sat in a Sky newsroom watching almost the entire room huddled around a screen with the BBC on. Yet whilst many reporters, including myself on occasion, have sat and bemoaned some of the more ridiculous regulations around the event, I think there could actually be some good to come of it. I’ve spent pretty much the entirety of the last two days, along with the rest of the team at Sky, chasing alternative locations, different guests and brainstorming creatively to try and achieve the best possible output with what we’ve got. Whilst I’m not for a minute suggesting that our coverage wouldn’t immensely improve if we were to have some live shots or that things won’t instantly change back after the games, I can’t help but think this catalyst for creativity must surely be bringing some good for the broadcasting future.

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Sky News Day 10: Jem Collins, Olympics Runner

Ever since I started at Sky people have been asking me what my best day has been so far, but I’ve held off answering in anticipation of today. When I’ve explained that I’m waiting on Sky’s Olympic coverage I think I’ve probably, and somewhat inadvertently, given a false impression of glamour and living the high life. That’s not to say that my day at Tower Bridge was not, quite frankly, amazing but it’s probably one of the longest and hardest slogs I’ve ever experienced. The day was always going to be an interesting one, particularly given our rather alternative choice  in venue, but I don’t think even I predicted how I’d be practically passing out on the way to Cambridge on Friday evening.

If only I’d have had my camera. . .

 Luckily, and somewhat exhaustingly for me, it seemed Sky News were short of a runner for the day, which unlike the title’s glamorous Olympian counterpart, basically consists of becoming a general dogsbody for everyone who happens to show up. It’s one thing running “as much water as you can carry” down to Kay Burley and her team on a normal day, but trust me, running it down to the middle of a tower bridge so crowded you start to question if you actually had had claustrophobia all along from the eighth floor of a hotel on a stiflingly muggy London day is an entirely different kettle of fish.  I’ve lost count of the hours spent queuing in Starbucks getting vanilla lattes and bottles of coke and juggling them through posh hotel lobbies and the number of guest’s I’ve shown to the green room and poured tea for.

Whilst I never really had a “star-struck” phase, I’m now starting to find it almost the norm to see Jeremy Hunt and Ken Livingstone just causally rocking up and I’ve even started to develop a “Sky voice”. I’ve always been hugely influenced by accents, which I discovered the hard way after coming out of a summer school with a strange mix of welsh and Mancunian and now it seems I’m sounded more and more like an Oxford posh boy every day. All the same, I’m pleasantly surprised to find that I am actually enjoying myself, somewhat comforting to know in a world where you’re guaranteed to start at the bottom of the pile.

Sky News Day 9: I really hope no one looks at my emails today…

It’s always a bit weird when you’re thrown into somewhere new just for the day; it’s hard to prove your worth and make an impression in such a limited space of time and you’re unable to take on any meaty, long term projects. Thus, I must admit, it was with a certain amount of apprehension that I turned up to work with Live at Five for the day. Well, and the fact that Sara may or may not have convinced me to drink a lot of gin based substances last night. As it happens though, Live at Five is very much a “we’ll sort it on the day programme”, depending on the news agenda and how it changes, meaning that I could get stuck into phone bashing just as much as everyone else.

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Here’s just some of the fun I’ve been having outside of work… I would give you work related photos but seeing as I’ve smashed my phone up I can’t take any, so this will have to do.

My first tasks of the day involved locating a family in either Bristol or Bath who’d be willing to talk about their soaring energy costs, whilst simultaneously hunting down a foreign businessperson who’d decided to set up a new tech company in the UK, but outside London, and is able to talk about the impact of the Olympics. Now, I’d like you to take a good long look at both of those different criteria. Standard family. Foreign businessman with more weird prerequisites than you can write on the back of a shopping receipt. Now which of those do you think would be hard to find and which of them should be as easy as most of the population of Medway? (I’m  aware the more astute amongst you know exactly where this is going).

Three phone calls later a lovely man from Thames Valley Chamber of Commerce is able to get me in contact with a Canadian businessman who’s happy to talk. He set up his techy business in Reading about a year ago and not only is he willing to talk about the impact of the Olympics this time round, his business was in Vancouver when they had the Olympics there. What seems like fifty million calls and emails later, neither me or my colleague have managed to find anyone in Bristol or Bath who’s willing to talk. I’ve signed up to so many “single parents” forums in my scouring of the towns if anyone now looks at my email inbox they’ll most certainly think I’ve got something to hide… Nonetheless our poor reporter on the scene struggles on and accosts a selection of families innocently trying to complete their daily shopping that they really do want to give a vox pop to Sky News on an issue they’re not too sure on.

Sky News continues to surprise me every day, and even though I’ve mentioned it before, I can’t get over just how normal and friendly the place is; in the Live at Five meetings it would be fair to say there was almost as much banter as if you threw Chris Morris in a room with a load of Christians. Another thing which I hadn’t quite expected today, was quite how last minute everything can be, having only ever seen the polished output from the comfort of my front room. When you’re sat in an editing suite, to finish a mere 30 seconds before live broadcast it feels like a completely story. So much get’s “biffed” at the last minute, connections fail and it goes tits-up so much more than you’d ever guess at from watching at home; the professionalism and resourcefulness of the team really is quite astounding – if I can stay that calm in the face of a world war by the end of my three years I’d really feel like I’d achieved something.

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Sky News Day 8: There really are days when EVERYTHING goes right…

There are only two words I can use to describe my day today and that’s bloody fantastic. The perfect combination of a late evening nap yesterday and an early bedtime left me more than ready to tackle the delights of the Jubilee line at 8am in preparation for my last day at Millbank. No sooner am I in the door, I’m whisked out the door to Downing Street with the politics correspondent Sophy Ridge. Aside from the weird sensation of looking at that black door, Sophy was one of the loveliest people I’ve met so far at Sky and she was really keen to chat about how best to get your foot in door and let me help her with the twitter live she had up and coming. Though we didn’t get the chance to observe any of the actual big-wigs, no sooner had I got back and Ed Balls wandered through the door. You know, as you do.

I hardly had the chance to sit down before it was time to pick up my official accreditation to cover the Olympics as a Sky Reporter. Which, it turns out, comes with a free £90 oyster card. I am certainly not complaining and seeing as it looks so nice and pretty, I can sense it’s going to be on my wall for the foreseeable future.

These are going to be on my wall FOREVER

After a casual chat with Adam Boulton about Harry Potter and Batman, I then got to sit in on a pre-recorded interview that will go out tomorrow and even press all of the right buttons and speak the lingo to send it down to Sky’s main base. And just in case in sounds like I’m slacking, I’m still working on some projects from last week, y’know, when you get a free moment. To finish off what I must classify as a pretty damn good day, I got a call from my mum to tell me I’ve been awarded the Rotary prize for my examination results at university. Pretty swish, if I say so myself. I would write more but I’m off for gin with the Daily Mail’s one and only Sara Malm

Sky News Days 6 & 7: Elton John has the worst PR company ever

He may be in an international superstar, but it appears even Elton John’s PR company can’t get everything right. Hence the reason I find myself running around a scorching London like a looney less than an hour before Sir Elton is due on air trying  to source a copy of his new book, Love is the Cure. For once I feel like I’m doing the proper work experience gig today, though it strangely reminds of Andrea Sachs from Devil Wears Prada, just without all of the bitchiness and backstabbing and the fact the work actually is necessary.

And here is the offending article itself, you might as well treat yourself to a copy seeing as it’s £5 off in Waterstones right now.

I’ve spent the last two days at Millbank, Sky’s offices in Westminister, and it seems to be a completely world down there. Everything is much smaller for a start, a point which is really brought home to me as I sit in on a Bolton and Co meeting with just Eamon and two others. The tour also takes a much shorter amount of time as I’m quickly shown the studios and editing suites, though the place still does an impressive job at looking like a maze even without the massive space at Osterley. An advantage most definitely not to be skirted over is the fact that they have free tea and coffee machines here. If I hadn’t made friends with the guard back at HQ I’d have to pay a whole 52p every time I wanted a caffeine filled beverage.

I also managed to blag a nice free tour of parliament, getting to go to all the place you’re not normally allowed to go to and continuing on this caffeine theme, even got a drink from the MPs cafe; on Sky News of course. As well as sitting in on as many meetings as humanly possible, I partook in a fair amount of phone bashing and played a fun game with myself called “get the back of my head on TV”. For anyone who’s mildly interested, I’ve got one more day here then I’m hitting it up with the five o clock show before getting on that Olympics bandwagon. Over and out players.

Sky News Day 5: Reflections on a Week in Murdoch’s Empire

I find it hard to believe as I board my train to Paddington from sunny Devon that I’m already into my second week of my placement. I probably should have written this blog somewhat earlier than I did but after learning that Mr Murdoch can set up an impressive bar tab, suffering a night plagued by fire alarms and Don Mclean (honestly, don’t ask, it felt like I was in a horrific movie of mind games) and drinking far too many stress relieving cocktails than I probably should have, my weekend at home has just evaporated into a hazy blur and I seem to have woken up more tired on Monday morning than I did on Friday.

For the record, I spent my Friday immersed in the planning department once more, researching lots of Olympics related pub-quiz style trivia for a graphic they’re planning on running. Now I now exactly how many button’s will feature in the opening ceremony, how many portaloos there will be and exactly how many LEDs will be used, which strangely I feel could be a good party trick when I return home this weekend. I would tell you the answer, but I guess you’ll just have to watch Sky on Friday to find out. Nothing like a good plug for the work you’ve been doing, hey?

Wild guess? Answers on a post card please.

However, the wonderful six hour commute from Devon did finally give me the chance to reflect on my first week in the land of Rupert Murdoch and I’ve come to several conclusions about my first week in the big city, some more trivial than others;

Sky is a actually a really nice place to work, albeit a bloody hard slog

I’ve spoken to a lot of Sky employees this week and a lot of them seem to have been at Sky for a very long time and we’re not just talking a year or two here – eight, ten or even fifteen years seems to be perfectly normal here.  Whilst I understand that the jobs market is very much stagnated at the moment, surely the fact still stands that if it was a horrible place to work people  would leave. There also seems to be a lot of movement and progression if you’ve got talent and the drive. I’ve met so many people who were runners or something lowly who are now editors or cameramen. This said, it is a hell of a lot of work. Even as the work experience girl I’ve come to appreciate the fact that long hours are just part and package of the job. Strangely though, even as a person who finds any time pre-8am abhorrent, this hasn’t put me off. I’d get up at 6.30am any day of the week for a job like this.

London really isn’t that bad..

I’ve got to be honest, I’ve always avoid London like an onset of the plague, and it’s been one of the things that’s caused me the most anguish about my choice in career. But it has to be said there is something in the city that gets you, even though I’m not quite sure what it is yet. I don’t think they’ll ever be anything quite like a Devonshire summers day, but a life in the fast lane isn’t half as bad as I’d first thought. My favourite game, smiling at Londoner’s and looking at their confusing faces, is even coming to fruition. I’ve yet to find someone in a good mood on the tube yet, but the people on the street seem to have cheered up no ends from the grumpy, heartless stereotype. 

I should swear less in this blog, my lecturers read this.

Finally, after revisiting everything I’ve written this week, I’ve realised I must sound like a raging alcoholic with an acute swearing problem. I also had the realisation that I think some of my lecturers are reading this. That said, I’m pretty sure that the head of planning found my comments on how everyone wears too much blue at Sky pretty amusing and he did come in wearing a white top the following day. But uhm, sorry guys. I’ll make it stop. Maybe. 

(PS. I’m on a personal mission to make Sky a more colourful place to work. I’ve even gone on a weekend shopping spree to buy as many  coloured pairs of trousers as you can on a student budget; I’ll give you a photo by photo update as soon as humanly possible.)

Sky News Day 4: A double gin on you Murdoch? Well if you insist I’ll take three…

Before I start this, it’s worth warning you that writing this blog without coming off like an excitable Justin Bieber fan is about as likely as telling a child that Father Christmas is outside and expect them to stay indoors. After a less than productive start at the planning desk yesterday, I was determined to make a good impression today and it seems like simply being nice to people and engaged in the discussion can get you a long way, even if it’s just the security guard slipping you a few hot chocolate vouchers. As well as the regular humdrum of meetings and news consumption that takes place in the planning office, I was tasked to help the team find someone who’d been affected by the draconian Olympics branding rules. First up they thought of looking for someone from a chippy, an area which just happens to be my area of expertise and something I would never have come in handy at Sky News. A quick call to the trade magazine Fry and the editor was more than happy to give me a list of names and numbers, whilst we didn’t run with the idea in the end, I felt like a useful part of the team.

I wonder if the brand police will have me for this…

Later, as they were trying to work out to contact a torch runner in Kent, I helpfully pointed out that I knew Alan McGuiness, the first Sky scholar, so was able to find them the details they needed. I also suggested the use of a knitting granny; the only reason this one  didn’t make the grade was that one was after tracking her down we found out she’d already been used in someone else’s package.  None of the team found anyone in the end; although I’d rather someone had been found, it’s make you realise that even professional journalists can’t make the impossible arise and that you can’t be totally useless after all. They even used the holy grail of words “you’re doing really well” and pressed me to come to their drinks later.

I’m still very much split over the most exciting part of today after being approached to work both on the iPad app for the American elections doing actual real work AND being told that Sky are happy to get me accredited to help on their opening ceremony coverage next week. Both are absolutely amazing opportunities to work on and I’m really excited to be a part of such massive world news. I don’t think it’s really properly sunk in yet. I would write more but a bar tab with Murdoch’s name on it is calling me and who am I to resist free gin?