The idea of these lunches is that media veterans talk informally – alcohol is served – to the students from Wintec’s media course, where Steve is Editor in Residence, and I make a point every time of disabusing at least two students of any idea they have that journalism is a sensible career choice. Too late for the two young women I spoke to: one is already working at a good provincial newspaper and knows exactly where she wants to go next; the other will graduate soon and is going to apply for the same job. Sounded awful to me – in a part of the Waikato where there is a lot of unemployment, teenage car crashes and nasty cases of child abuse. But both were smart as anything, positive about the industry, and will be successful. And then, because they are smart as anything, they will go into PR.
I was seated next to David Slack the Metro wit who is from near Feilding (Kiwitea), as is my wife (Halcombe), so we and our families all had a keen interest in the Scott Guy case – as did the rest of the country. Apart from David and me, and my old friend David Cohen who was also at our table, it was a glittering crowd. Guests included Dame Malvina Major (shoes: red slingbacks), Sarah Ulmer (shoes: sensible black low heels), Charlotte Grimshaw (shoes: sadly not visible from my seat), Marcus Lush, Sir Patrick Hogan, Garth McVicar, Te Radar, and a bunch of journalists and editors from the Waikato, Auckland and even Wellington.