Accidental death
Aug. 5th, 2003 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenThe coroner returned a verdict of accidental death. According to the forensics experts, the now deceased thirty-year-old man slipped and fell in his conservatory, and landed on a ceramic pot. The pot smashed into sharp pieces which cut open a nineteen-centimetre-long gash on the man's back. They found him several hours later, in which time he had bled to death.
And they say nothing happens in Southport. Anyway... we tried to interview the relatives, but they were too quick for us. And with that, we ambled back to the newsroom and I attempted to do some actual work. It mostly consisted of rewriting the Merseyside Police press releases, which are quite frankly incomprehensible, and interviewing an annoying old woman for yet another charitable donation story. I managed to squeeze a few words out of her, then wrote up the story with something that did not resemble enthusiasm. After that, I went on to re-writing the requests for planning permission that are also utterly incomprehensible, and finally, wandered on home.
I am actually enjoying myself. It's so free and easy and for once I feel like I'm being given stuff to do that I know I can do; just, I don't know, writing. Even if it's crap about requests for allotments and curtilage. Even if it's random charitable donations. Even if it's a bloody "arts zone" story. I can write. And that's a nice thing.
Three more days, then back to doing nothing. I'm almost sorry.
And they say nothing happens in Southport. Anyway... we tried to interview the relatives, but they were too quick for us. And with that, we ambled back to the newsroom and I attempted to do some actual work. It mostly consisted of rewriting the Merseyside Police press releases, which are quite frankly incomprehensible, and interviewing an annoying old woman for yet another charitable donation story. I managed to squeeze a few words out of her, then wrote up the story with something that did not resemble enthusiasm. After that, I went on to re-writing the requests for planning permission that are also utterly incomprehensible, and finally, wandered on home.
I am actually enjoying myself. It's so free and easy and for once I feel like I'm being given stuff to do that I know I can do; just, I don't know, writing. Even if it's crap about requests for allotments and curtilage. Even if it's random charitable donations. Even if it's a bloody "arts zone" story. I can write. And that's a nice thing.
Three more days, then back to doing nothing. I'm almost sorry.
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on 2003-08-06 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
on 2003-08-06 05:35 am (UTC)http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=197435
Yep, there you go. Have just discovered that ff.net, being the bunch of fuckers that they are, have added needless numbers to the end of my pen-name. Sorry. I'm very angry about it and you just happen to be the person I've chosen to rant at! :)
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on 2003-08-06 05:41 am (UTC)Thanks for the link. Missing you off the list would be a major gap!