How honest is too honest?

I have thought about writing for 3 weeks during the festival this year. Thought about it to the extent of downloading an application form.

It's quite an amusing form and I have been wondering how much honesty is acceptable. How much of a personality should a special correspondent display? My suspicion is that too much honesty could be a dangerous quality in a person reviewing fringe shows.

'Bunch of students waste money on performing some mediocre comedy. Go to see it if they let you in free. Several of the cast members are quite attractive, but that's not really worth a fiver'

The first thing they ask you is 'wot uni did you go to', followed by 'why did you chose this course and why did you enjoy it'.

The first question is easy enough, in answering second all I could manage was this...

I chose English Literature because I knew that I had to go to a 'good' university in order to fulfil my then media based career dreams. I had the very noble ambition of being a media pundit, writing comedy and being on Have I Got News For You. I wanted to study media, but you can't do that at Oxbridge which is where success lives. Oxbridge is also where the Monty Pythons went, and most of the celebrities whose lives I wanted to emulate/pants I wanted to get into went(or in the case of Louis Theroux both). I always got good marks in English without trying and I wanted an easy life(which is what being a media pundit is all about.)

So I chose English Literature and later added history after contracting an infectious bout of heightened political consciousness in my first year.

I gradually understood that my status as an aspirational working class female meant that life would be full of hard work and minor disappointments. This included the realisation that the media seems to be largely made up of white male middle class tosspots, and I don't fill enough of the essential criteria to qualify (despite being white and having some experience in toss-pottery). I also learned that london is a massive hole of horror, and even if I got to be Charlie Brooker, I don't want to live there. In any case, Charlie Brooker basically seems unhappy. Even if he isn't, it must get a bit de-moralising getting paid to complain about things all the time: he probably runs out of creative metaphors after a while (umm..like an elephant running a creative metaphor making machine who forgot to refill the creative metaphor making syrup. Thankfully, being an elephant she can blame it on her assistant bob the goldfish)

The chronic heightened political consciousness had some serious symptoms which included the crippling desire to do something worthwhile with my life. It has left some serious permenant scars such as feminism the growth of an enormous left wing.

I have enjoyed my degree because it has given me time and space to read books and learn fantastic things. In my happiest moments I feel more anti empire than Luke Skywalker, wiser than Yoda and way cooler than your average star wars fan.
It has also enabled me to take advantage of the fantastic lunch deals available in Edinburgh.