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I'm Daniel, I'm 22, and I have (I hope) wangled my name into enough newspapers and digital video credits to count as a journalist.

I've certainly badgered enough editors, politicians and PR types, sent enough tweets, and learned most of the jargon (allegedly). I'm ashamed to say I haven't skimmed enough deadlines, but perhaps that's above my pay grade.

Before coronavirus, I was in Cambridge, completing a degree in assorted European languages (French, Spanish, Catalan and Russian). You'd now find me in Finchley (or at, attempting to take my finals from home, which I resent so much that I wrote an article about it.

During the second part of a compulsory year abroad, I lived the International Man of Mystery lifestyle formally known as freelancing. Among those to generously put me on their pages were The Telegraph, for daily news around Spain, and The Independent, for news features from Catalonia. I've included some of those articles on this very blog.

Before that, I interned as an assistant producer for the wonderful Lucy Williamson and Hugh Schofield in the BBC's Paris bureau. The role led me to almost every corner of the French Hexagone, but most of the action took place right around the corner from our office, on the Champs-Elysées, first with the Armistice centenary commemorations, and then the famous gilets jaunes, as well as various looting and scooting.

Since last summer, I've been moonlighting for BBC News in London, chipping in as a producer on the Foreign Desk and World Service, as well as in Westminster during December's general election.

May 2020.


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