In my 20s, I worked as a news journalist at a regional paper called The Daily News in New Plymouth, New Zealand. I earned the nickname Calamity Jane because every time I was on late duty, a major disaster happened – a gang shoot-out, an ammunitions warehouse on fire, capsized Korean fishing vessel, six car pile-up, a cyclone … you name it, I covered it. The Chief Report would ring the police and fire brigade to warn them I was on late duty. It was that bad. But this story isn’t about my journalism days or the disasters I covered. It’s a[…]
