I was going to be a journalist. I did work experience with the local rag. They asked me to write up the sightings of some men covered in china clay dust as a ghost story. When I queried this (because it was a pack of lies) I was laughed at and scorned. For that reason I felt journalism was not for me as I am not a liar.
Later I got to know some journalists and I told one of them that I had wanted to a journalist. He told me I didn't drink enough to be a journalist. He wrote up stuff for the Daily Mail plus plenty of others.