I think I’m having an identity crisis. Well, OK, it’s not like I’m suddenly wearing military clothing and claiming to be the reincarnation of General Gordon of Khartoum or anything, but I realised today that when people ask me what I do for a living I really don’t know what to say.
My first inclination is to say ‘journalist’. That’s what it says on my NUJ card, after all. But I’m not really a journalist as to be one of those you have to write regularly for newspapers and have some kind of attention to accuracy and detail that I don’t possess.
‘Writer’ just sounds poncy, ‘author’ likewise. Plus, now I’m doing telly stuff, that doesn’t fall under either category.
I like ‘bon viveur’, to be honest, or ‘man about town’, but I’m wondering whether ‘chancer’ or ‘charlatan’ might be most appropriate.
A busy month lies ahead. I’m off to Denmark (twice) and Germany – two more films for the Holiday programme – and then Wales at the end of the month, and a couple of bookshop events too.
More news as it happens, don’t touch that dial.