As this year draws to a close, my views that media can give someone the greatest feelings of emotion were definitely concluded. All my favourite forms of entertainment provided me with some truly great experiences this year.
I think there are three types of football fan. The hopelessly optimistic, the realist, and the horribly pessimistic. We’ll leave out the hooligans for now, because I think they stretch the definition of fan slightly too far.
Of those, I count myself amongst the pessimistic, and I have been informed this on multiple occasions. I’d like to think I’m more of a realist, but sadly that just isn’t the case. I do though feel I have some cause for my constant cynicism, as being a supporter of Yeovil Town, there isn’t really too much to be positive about these days.
Back in April, I went to Paris which was the first trip I’ve ever taken without parental supervision and to say it was eventful would be an understatement.
Anyone who knows me would know that Paris has been a dream destination of mine ever since I could remember. I’ve always wanted to climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower and gaze out to the beautiful city ahead and on the weekend of April the 20th 2018, I ticked off one of the things I’ve always dreamed of doing off of my bucket list.