Disclosure: As a teen, I dreamed of being an investigative journalist.
It’s been a full 24 hours since my most recent trip to the cinema and I’m still kinda traumatised. After the film finished, I discussed it for a solid 90 minutes. After a night of poor sleep, I woke up and did a quick internet search before work: I needed to know how true this story was. I got that the main thrust is true, but how many liberties did the filmmakers take for dramatic effect? How much artistic licence did they employ? Continue reading →
Further evidence of my cushy life could be that I’m only now distressed about my last weekend of freedom before the 9-5 starts cramping my style again, or perhaps evidence to the contrary; everything’s been so hectic for the past 6 weeks that this has been the first week I’ve been able to sleep late, let my head stop reeling from things to do, and basically stop long enough to think about writing something worth reading.
I can’t promise that this is it, but at least I’m trying right???