Well, that's the part you're supposed to see. The people in the field, the reporters, and more importantly the camera crews, have to think on their feet, even if their feet are knee-deep in mud. I spent something like twelve years in television news before I got into this magazine game, and during that time I was shot at, spat at, flour bombed, punched and kicked, arrested, and seldom bored.
Every day is a new adventure.
All this came back recently during a thirty-year reunion of staff from the Tasmanian TV station where I spent six years. First reports suggested all aboard were killed, and it was immediately a story of national interest. Bring back film of the bodies at all costs. The local coppers weren't too impressed when the visitors came the heavy on them, and they became tight-lipped. Every now and then we'd see them flash by in a different direction, searching for the Town Hall.