There’s a saying by a wise old man called Confucius who said if you do a job you love, you never have to work a day in your life. Warm words. But I think it’s safe to say he wasn’t a journalist. Or a nurse. Or a teacher. Or a social worker.

Another day another parking fine complaint.
What is it about parking and traffic that makes it such a hot issue in the borough? Do people really have nothing else to complain about? I’m honestly sure that can’t be true.

As a reporter at the Haringey Independent for nearly three weeks now I feel it's about time I take the plunge and write a blog.

Never having written a blog before, I must say it's a daunting task. No longer relying on facts, figures and quotes on which to form a story, instead I have to dig into the recesses of my mind for ideas; a scary thought.

After 20 months reporting on all the goings-on in Haringey I am spreading my wings and leaving the newspaper.

With election fever faded to a dull drone, my attention has turned to another, dare I say 'more important', title race.

As I covered the elections at Alexandra Palace, what I didn’t expect is how much I would actually care, or how passionate I would actually feel about who won this election or about politics in general.

As I watched the machine in action, by jove, it had me enthralled.