The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret

...'What were you doing it for?'
'Me? Because – ' William stopped. The truth was that he'd never decided to to anything. He'd never really made that kind of decision in his whole life. One thing had just gently led to another, and then the press had to be fed. It was waiting there now. You worked hard, you fed it, and it was still just as hungry an hour later and out in the world all your work was heading for Bin Six in Piss Harry's and that was only the start of its troubles. Suddenly he had a proper job, with working hours, and yet everything he did was only as real as a sandcastle, on a beach where the tide only ever came in.
'I don't know,' he admitted. 'I suppose it's because I'm no good at anything else. Now I can't imagine doing anything else.'

The Truth pgs 181-182

It's supposed to be about the newspaper ... but it's totally animation.