You just never know . . .

I can't remember when exactly but I applied for a job sometime in the past at the Sunday Sport in Manchester.

I wasn't successful enough even to get to the interview stage which was obviously disappointing but now I can't help but grin a bit.

From a personal perspective obviously, it is unfortunate all the staff may lose their job as the Daily Sport and Sunday Sport entered administration and ceased trading.

The "you didn't employ me so there!" attitude which isn't helpful or correct but that's how shallow I can be sometimes. And it could have been me in this unsteady position.

Basically, owners Sport Media Group said it had experienced "an insufficient recovery" since December and unless a buyer is found it will cease trading.

The Daily Sport launched in 1991 and Sunday Sport in 1986 and I must confess I have never read either, except for one Sunday Sport which was for research purposes if I had got called to the interview - which I didn't.

It was not exactly the route championed from my university degree but I wouldn't have minded a job there for a bit! Of course, this is not the first time the group had been in trouble as it was bailed out in 2009 by former owner David Sullivan and from the BBC report (linked to above)

The Daily Sport's circulation peaked in 2005 at 189,473, while the Sunday edition reached a high in the same year of 167,473.

so that will be a lot of unhappy people, if they are still reading the paper six years on. Hopefully the papers will find a buyer and nobody will lose their jobs but with the competition among the red tops so fierce and the industry the way it is, the situation can't look too promising.

In other news, I went to Athens recently for four days - job rejection therapy - after another fall at an interview this time in Suffolk somewhere. I will post pictures of Athens when I get my camera back.

On the walking tour it broke so no pictures of the Acropolis or the main bits I went to see but hey-ho least I saw things even if I haven't got pictures.

I am still trying for that elusive journalism job, with three applications pending, but soon I will have to make a decision to either re-train, go on another working holiday to another country and hope it is half as successful as Australia or work my way up the ASDA ladder.

For now I will leave you with this funny story about an Asda in Bradford. Brilliant.