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hutch0
Date: 2008-01-17 21:59
Subject: hutch v the media
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Location:the utility room in the sky
Mood:tiredtired
Music:blackmore's night
I don't talk a lot about work here for a number of reasons, chief among them the fact that most of what I do is crushingly tedious and of no interest to anyone, but I've had a day I'd like to vent about, and you'll do.

A few days ago I was given an assignment to interview an American former gang-leader who was coming over here as part of an intiative to dissuade British kids from joining gangs themselves. This is of more than theoretical importance here right now, with kids being shot and stabbed seemingly every day in gang-related crimes. Just yesterday a 13-year-old girl was stabbed outside a school in Camberwell in southeast London, allegedly because her 16-year-old boyfriend was involved in some kind of feud with a gang over LSD and the gang wanted to get at him through her. So the visit of this American gentleman was newsworthy.
Anyway, the plan was for this gentleman - whose name is Sergio Argueta - and a couple of law enforcement officers from upstate New York, and another gentleman whose name I'm afraid I'm too tired to look up from my notes, would speak at a church in West Ham (which is in East London) to children from the local Catholic boys' school in the morning, and then do a similar talk to children from the local Catholic girls' school in the afternoon. I was invited to attend the morning part of the programme and I was told Sergio would be available for interview afterward.
Didn't exactly happen like that.
I got there a few minutes late (delays on the District Line) and arrived just as Sergio was winding up his talk to the boys and it was obvious he was going down a storm. Some local police bigwigs and other dignitaries were there too, and when the assembly wound up everyone wanted to chat with Sergio. I made contact with the chap who had invited us to send a journalist and said I'd like ten or fifteen minutes with Sergio, and he said okay, but Sergio was chatting with some of the other people who had shared the platform with him and he was chatting with some of the boys and some journalists who had got there before me wanted to interview him. Fair enough. I was brought up to be polite and patient and I was in no great hurry.
So the other journalists do their interviews and then Sergio's whisked outside to do an outside broadcast for BBC Radio.
While he's in the broadcast van, a journalist from a local television programme arrives, and when Sergio emerges from the OB van she sort of scoops him up, takes him off into a side room, and none of us sees him again for the best part of forty-five minutes. This really annoyed the news teams from another local television programme and a certain satellite news channel, but I was good. I was brought up to be polite and patient.
Sergio finally emerges and the representative of the other local news programme takes him off `for five minutes.' I went out and had a couple of cigarettes. I bumped into the organisation's representative, who had just been drifting around with a smile on his face. "Still waiting to speak with Sergio?" he asked. "Yup," I said.
The representative of the certain satellite news channel got him next `for five minutes,' and by the time they'd finished people were arriving for the next assembly and the local police Commissioner wanted a chat with Sergio beforehand. I was good. I was brought up to be polite and patient.
So I sat through another assembly. And I have to tell you Sergio is an outstanding public speaker. He's from Nassau County on Long Island - a place I always thought was wall-to-wall mansions but apparently also has some dreadful social deprivation - and the talk he gave about his life and why he turned it around was enormously affecting. The girls adored him - it was interesting, standing at the back of the church, to see them all suddenly crane their heads when he stood up to speak. It can be hard for a speaker from overseas to connect with an audience sometimes, but he pitched his talk exactly right. It was a great performance.
And afterward, I finally got to talk to him. He was shattered, as you would be. He'd put on two barnstorming performances, spent the morning being relentlessly grilled by the media, and he'd had enough, although he was perfectly polite and answered my questions, although he was putting on his coat to go somewhere else while he was talking to me.
The accounting for today's little adventure? I spent four hours sitting in a church in West Ham, sat through one and a bit school assemblies, watched the representatives of the British media trying to poach the story off one another while I was polite and patient, and in the end I got less than five minutes with my subject, which is not what I wanted although I can cobble some kind of story together from it.
Now, my editor - and indeed you yourselves - might ask why I didn't just storm in and grab Sergio in the morning when he was fresh, the way the reporter from the local news programme did.
The reason I didn't do that is because I believe in certain standards of behaviour. I believe in politeness and patience. Politeness is important to me. I believe in not hassling people and I believe in keeping my word. None of that will cut any ice with my editor, and I don't expect it to cut any ice with anyone else, but you've got to make a stand somewhere.
And the moral of this story is that none of that gets you fucking anywhere. All that happens is that other people who just don't care push to the front of the queue, and that's why they're on television. You wind up with footprints on your back and when you're dead people say, "He was always very polite."

And of course none of it mattered in the end because the plane crash at Heathrow was the main story on all the news programmes and Sergio got crowded out. The piece by the local news reporter who swanned in and scooped him up didn't air anywhere that I can find. One of the other pieces turned up online. Ironically, whatever I do manage to cobble together may be the most comprehensive account of the day to make it into the news.
I couldn't find any great comfort in this because I had a nightmare getting home tonight and when I did I found Bogna had defrosted a couple of chops for dinner. When I cooked mine it tasted all wrong, although Bogna says hers was fine. So my dinner tonight was a plate of potatoes and salad. A meal without meat isn't a meal, as far as I'm concerned.
And I can't even get completely shitfaced and try to forget about it because I have to go to work tomorrow.
And my feet hurt.
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jmward14
User: jmward14
Date: 2008-01-18 02:01 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
{{{{{hutcho}}}}}
Don't know if it will help, but sending lots of consoling hugs anyway.
Jean Marie
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hutch0
User: hutch0
Date: 2008-01-18 23:06 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
They helped enormously, as they always do. Bless you.

Big Hugs.
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RealThog: Jim's bear pic
User: realthog
Date: 2008-01-18 02:26 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:Jim's bear pic
I'm trying to think of some suitable words of sympathy, but there aren't any that quite match up to the full ghastliness . . .
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hutch0
User: hutch0
Date: 2008-01-18 23:05 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
It was a very bizarre day, but not without its consolations. Watching the representatives of two of Britain's largest broadcasters arguing about who was going to get Sergio first `for five minutes,' while their cameramen sat in the background rolling their eyes and yawning, was actually quite fun. It was pointless stepping in and pointing out that I was actually there before either of them (although actually one of their cameramen was already there when I arrived)

What a lot of people don't realise is that if you're a television or radio journalist, you can put together a decent piece from a five-minute interview, if you're good at what you do and you ask the right questions. Print journalism takes things at a rather more leisurely pace. I've spent half an hour on the phone with someone and wound up with a 300-word story. Hell, you know all this already.
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pds_lit: Arthur
User: pds_lit
Date: 2008-01-18 02:29 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:Arthur
Sorry you had such a drag of a day. Have Bogna rub those aching tootsies
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hutch0
User: hutch0
Date: 2008-01-18 22:58 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I'll mention it to her when she isn't quite so weary herself.
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hutch0
User: hutch0
Date: 2008-01-18 22:57 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
The chops were frozen stacked together, wrapped in clingfilm and in the same freezer-bag. Bogna says hers was fine and she's had no ill-effects, but mine definitely didn't taste right. Ah well.
I've had better days, it's true.
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hutch0
User: hutch0
Date: 2008-01-18 22:55 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
It winds me up, too. Ah, life's too short to be rude.
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User: (Anonymous)
Date: 2008-01-22 16:11 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I must be from a different planet.

You got to practice patience and courtesy. That's a good thing. If you hadn't had the opprtunity to practice them at such a level, then how would you know if you have in fact been brought up to be patient and courteous? PRACTICING any virtue is in fact the purpose of life ultimately according to any spiritual teaching in one form or another And you pulled double duty. Kudos for you.

You were patient and polite through it all. AND you did eventually did get the interview. AND you did get to spend time seeing and experiencing exactly why this kind of a program can be so effective. AND you did get to experience the truly human side of the person who is trying to demonstrate that a life turned around (dare I say -- a life now based in the practice virtues) that still has to work tremendously hard, even sacrificially. AND you got to employ all your other journalist skills to cobble together the entire story with the added insight. A lesser reporter could not have done what you did. AND you weren't in your office for all those hours that you would have still been having to be patient and polite with all the same dull situations that are often so unjust. AND you got home to a wife who loves you and had started dinner. AND you gave your colon a rest for an evening. AND you have all these friends who has sent their e-notes of sympathy and commiseration.

Perhaps all the barriers -- being late, having to wait, getting an interview that was 2nd-rate -- were the cosmos (I know that I can't say "angels" or the big-G word here) letting you know not to sweat it -- and ultimately the interview wasn't used anyway.

The adventure was darkly amusing to your villagers. Thank you for that. As well as your wisdom in choosing a healthful sleep, secure in the knowledge that Scarlette O'Hara was right.

It seems to me that it was a wonderful for personal stretching as well as a meaningful day for several hundred young people in London that you had the bounty of witnessing!

-the ojm
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hutch0
User: hutch0
Date: 2008-01-23 21:33 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Only you could find a silver lining in a day like that.
And I managed to scrape together a 1000-word feature somehow; only time will tell if we ever run it.
And I cooked.

Edited at 2008-01-23 09:38 pm (UTC)
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User: (Anonymous)
Date: 2008-01-23 22:58 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
But she had pulled the chops out of the freezer, and since you virtually do all the cooking, it still goes on the upside scoreboard. So there. Ninner, nanner, boo-boo.

Just try playing the find-the-silver-lining for a week. I dare you.

Big sloppy, wet kisses to the cats from me --
the ojm
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hutch0
User: hutch0
Date: 2008-01-23 23:32 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Okay.

There is no silver lining. There are only clouds. And Claudia Cardinale.

Story of my life. The cats get the big wet sloppy kisses...

I'll email you tomorrow; I'm sorry, but I've had a lot of stuff to tie up tonight and it's getting late.

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User: (Anonymous)
Date: 2008-01-24 00:00 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Whatever, pumpkin.

Clouds are integral to the life cycle on this planet. You might as well figure out how to enjoy them since they aren't going away soon.

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Whatever, pumpkin.

Clouds are integral to the life cycle on this planet. You might as well figure out how to enjoy them since they aren't going away soon.

<<insert flirty thing here, if it makes you feel any better>>

-the ojm
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hutch0
User: hutch0
Date: 2008-01-24 00:25 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Please, please, please, pretty please with all kinds of decorations on top WILL YOU GET YOURSELF AN LJ? I know this has the noble intention of winding me up, but it's starting to give me a headache. If you can't get yourself an LJ as a birthday present to me can't you do it as a New Year's Resolution?. Or any other kind of celebration?
Of course, you can carry on like this and drive me entirely out of my tiny mind. Which may seem like fun from your end, but I promise you has limited entertainment value from my point of view.
Get an LJ, Jean, in the name of Humanity, if you ever held my friendship in any value, get an LJ.
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