On our way out of earth­core, I did what I always do as a journo… I stopped to ask the ambos how the week­end had gone. I got the tan­tal­ising tidbit that they’d “lost one”. Dead? Not sure, they said. He was missing.

Now, if I was still work­ing for the Age, I would have phoned that in to ‘bags it’ the second I got back into phone range. I would have phoned police on the way, tried to get quotes, writ­ten up a piece and e‑mailed it in when I got home.

As it is, looks like the Age has had to rely on an AAP story, so if I had phoned it in, I would have been the only one. 

Instead, I kind of filed the inform­a­tion away. I was tired and had had a great week­end. I didn’t even think about call­ing the Age and giving them the heads up. Read­ing the story today, it seems so ghoul­ish and I hate the idea that the only cov­er­age earth­core will get now is his death…

Today was good. Proofread­ing is some­what mind­less, so I charge less for it, but it’s solid, enjoy­able work. It was the pro­gramme for the Deaflympics in Janu­ary, so it was a good cause too – well, apart from my polit­ical objec­tions to sport and com­pet­i­tion in gen­eral, but you know what I mean.