Has PR turned my eye from journalism?

As I round the corner to Teamspirit, a communications agency based in London, I start to wonder what I’m in for. Based in a red-brick building with gilded signs, I’m suddenly worried that Teamspirit will be much too proper for a ruffian such as myself: as I enter I’m reassured that this is not the case. The team is friendly and welcoming, and I find myself laughing a lot. A dog joins us for the second day, and spends his time being fussed over by people with plenty of other things to be getting on with.

I get to meet a wide variety of the team - a fully integrated agency, Teamspirit includes Creative, Strategy, Comms, Digital, and more. They are all fascinating people, so specialised in subjects I cannot even hope to keep up with. A fiercely intelligent strategist asks me if I know anything about large scale ad campaigns. I tell him I’ve seen Mad Men. He laughs.

As a journalism student, going into PR is often seen as selling your soul - joining the dark side, as it were. After my time here, I’m led to believe the opposite is true. Journalists are hunched over computers, chasing stories on X, sniffing out what Trump’s tariffs mean for the economy; PR is conducted in colourful offices by interesting people, group-chats full of fun little GIFs.

Skills-wise, the jobs are similar: writing articles, finding angles, avoiding any twists too far from truth. Research drifts across desks, surveys are completed on the street outside, and people crane over computer screens to natter about one article or another. It’s just the people you’re doing it for that are different - instead of a newspaper, you’re writing for a client, trying to generate stories and comments on their behalf that the press might pick up. PR people talk about journalists as journalists talk about their confidential source - they take them out to lunch, get their nails done together, and know journos by name - “oh, will Paul like this? It’s his sort of story”

Every morning the PR team does a ‘papers meeting’. I am given the Daily Mail, and asked to bring in a few financial stories that they run. I am not particularly effective at this task. Finance is not exactly my Mastermind topic - the extent of my fiscal knowledge is scoffing at the price of London Guinness. Still, everyone is very kind, and insists that they started out not knowing anything about finance either. I’m starting to believe them - I’ve learnt more about diversifying my investments in these last three days than I did in the preceding twenty-three years of life.

My time here has involved a diverse array of tasks - an article on tea and cake pairings, press releases about Gen Z’s relationship with money, stress-testing surveys, I’ve done it all. The sheer variety of agency work - problem solving every minute of every day - is fascinating, and makes the time pass incredibly quickly.

I’ve learnt how to bake PR into an article, without overcooking the self-promotion. I’ve learnt how to construct a quote in a client’s own tone of voice. I’ve learnt how to weave facts into a press release. I’ve learnt, essentially, the other side of journalism: how to create all of the things that journalists use to create stories from. I love writing: that’s why I’m here. I want to see my words read. After this experience, all I’m saying is that maybe journalism is the wrong business.

Teamspirit has made me feel beyond welcome - they’ve made me feel a part of the team. So much so that when I wake up tomorrow there will be a strange agency-shaped hole in my life. A hole that will persist until I hop back on LinkedIn, use everything I have learnt from all of these wonderfully talented professionals, and get myself a real job…

Quite possibly one in PR.

As my final day draws to a close, I am promoted to trolley-pusher. A cart is loaded with snacks and drinks, and I walk through the aisles. I peer at screens, full of contacts, copy, and Photoshop, and happy faces turn around at the sound of my squeaking wheels. People smile at me as they crack their Thursday evening refreshments, and I feel at home. I thought I’d found my calling, writing to these PR briefs, but it turns out I have a higher purpose. All the active listening in the world could not grant me a place in Teamspirit’s heart anywhere close to what those four simple words achieved in seconds: “anything from the trolley?”