So, what am I doing here? I'm in Paris doing a three-month internship with a TV and film website. It's English-language site - my French A-level is rustier than an old trombone - and I'm on the editorial. That means I write the chatty stuff. I work specifically on TV series under the TV editor.

A typical day for me starts at about 9.30am, but there's no strict start-time. (My boss comes it about 10.15 most days). I check a load of showbiz and entertainment blogs and pick three news stories that I think our readers would like to hear about. I write those up 'til noon, do a bit of brainless database work, break for lunch at 2pm then, from 3 'til 6 or 7, help the editor compile a feature or a quiz or some soap spoilers.

It's fun! I spend all morning perusing the red-tops, filching stories off the 3am girls, and for homework I watch a lot of telly. It's basically getting paid to do what I'd be doing if I were unemployed, except that I don't turn up for work in my pajamas. I'm not sure I could do a job like this forever, because it feels a bit.. inconsequential, maybe, and not very socially constructive.

Yes, I've still got that not-working-for-Oxfam guilt that I should've binned at 15...

So that's that, in a nutshell! Excuse me, it's a Saturday night. No more blogging - I'm off to take advantage of the Parisien nightlife (Favela Chic, to pose). Promise to give you all the water-cooler goss another day. Bises!