Peter Pan Killed A Journalist

When you see a bunch of journalists looking dejected don’t ever be stupid enough to think that maybe one of their own died – maybe a Rupert Murdock or Larry King. I doubt if they’ll ever cry if such happened. They never did when the Bang-Bang Club disintegrated. They don't give a shit about you.

Journalist only fear two things; a deadline and the death of their favourite story. a deadline is like the last train out of a park station – you miss it you are stuck. They can bear missing everything (including coming during coitus) but not a deadline.

So when a journalist has knitted an intriguing story about a ‘dodgy’ minister based on speculation and a shrewd editor rejects the draft and urges him to get bank records of the transaction plus check the Registrar of Member’s Interest and find that the muthafucka actually didn’t commit any crime it is an anti-climax and the story dies.

Apparently a journalists that the credit facility used by the minister in his ‘dodgy’ deal allows him to get a car worth R1.1 million but he went for a measly million. And yeah, it was taxpayer money, and yeah he went with his PA and a driver.

Now, why am I telling you all these? It’s because my friend saw a lot of hacks outside the Jackson family home, some sobbing and sitting their Versace bottoms on pavements and mistakened their fake crocodile tears for emotion and pain at the death of Michael Jackson, Peter Pan, The Gloved One, MoonWalker, Wacko Jacko, Lehlanya etc.

PS. I’m a journo and I can tell you we don’t cry over spilled sources and stories – actually we hardly cry.