After struggling to find the intersection of Queen and Sports Streets, we waited for Paul Fairall in his vintage white Mercedes. The streets were full of "local folk". Some of them looked very dangerous or less fortunate than myself. There was an elderly man skulking about.
I also saw a one-armed man and a man wandering around who looked like he may have had cerebral palsy. Anyway after sitting around in our car like drug dealers or cops undercover looking for drug dealers.
Then Paul pulled-up in his classic car. First impressions say I'm looking at Colonel Saunders.
Mr Fairall, I presume?
He showed the spot by the park at Queen Street where the river first sees sunlight on an average day. I like these little extra details.
And so, the information overload had begun.
We learned all about Bertrams. There were three drownings there last year.
Thank God, I found Paul as my contact. I just trust that people will recognise that he is my contact and respect him. For example, my team organised to be present at his press conference where he discusses the ill treatment of Bruma Lake. Due to numbers constraints all 18 people on this journalism project cannot attend. We sorted out that one other group could attend the conference. This is the water/quality group. We could probably fit in the odd representative from another group but within reason. Sources are supposed to be nurtured.
So I'm doing a piece on Paul - I hope it's good. I hope my lecturer likes it.
I don't steal stories. I provide sources to those who cannot.
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