Emails sent and private files
Opened, combed through finely
After doors were knocked on
Police were interviewed – unwillingly
And secrets trickle out so slowly
And painfully, and awful people have
Their dirty truths exposed,
Splashed across the front of papers
And put in Netflix documentaries.
I absolutely love documentaries that have been made by investigative journalists. I think it stems from my long dead dream that I would want to be a journalist when I grow up.
I actually did my school work experience placement at the local newspaper when I was fifteen. I spent a week with the photographers and a week on the sports desk and they were two of the best weeks ever. I had so much fun, jumping in the car at a moment’s notice and rushing off somewhere to take some photos. They even gave me a little camera while I was there and I still have the photos that I took (this was in the days when it was all on film and we actually took them to Jessops to get them developed so that I could take them home).
You never know, one day I might still get a chance to make my own Netflic documentary. Perhaps I could do an expose on how badly secondary school teachers are treated by the average sixteen year old. Somehow I don’t think that will be revealing anything that we didn’t all know anyway.