Job application

I have decided to risk it! I have applied for a job at heat magazine. Yes. The gossip rag.

There might be a few left with the illusion that I'm not merely intelligent but classy too so I'm sorry to crack your bubble but: I'm addicted to TV, Movies and celebrity gossip.

Okay, Paris and Britney bore me, but give me Brangalina any day! Lohan is entertainment du jour and I love...okay. wait.

So. I've applied for a job at one of the coolest celebrity goss rags in the world: Heat magazine. It's a nifty little thing. Very little actual reading has to be done, the pages are glossy (I do love gloss) and the A4 size and the considerate thinness of the magazine (must be the way that gloss attaches to each other) make the magazine easily rollable, foldable and therefore hideable (I have this intellectual reputation I'm cultivating).

The only problem came when they said in the ad that one had to demonstrate one's humour. This, for a very funny person like myself, is not a good thing. Do not ask me to demonstrate my humour. The pressure! So naturally, re-reading my email sent to them, I realised that humour did not actually come accross as much as a serious botched attempt at humour.

I am praying the editor is in a forgiving and emphathetic mood, and see's 'beyond' my attempt.

Okay, okay. I probably won't get the job. But hey. I tried. I touched the tiny toe of the wonderous vehicle of celebrity gossip!

PS I realise that by saying I'm funny I'm probably not. But I can think of 2 people RIGHT NOW, who would laugh when they see me. I'm funny just by showing up.