“We now go live to David who should be ready to talk somewhere outside London, David...”

The camera split in two, with the newsroom on the left and David on the right, somewhere outside London.

“Hi Steve, yes I’m here somewhere outside London, and instead of the story you're covering I’ve got some breaking news for you.” David’s eyes looked eager, yet angry, he was about to let something hit the world, with a force.

The director and his right hand man sat watching the monitor, of David, who was somewhere outside London.

“What do you think it is, he didn’t clear this with us?” The director’s right hand man, clinging to the desk in front of him, cradling it like a baby.

“I don’t know let’s run with it, this could be an exclusive for all we know, straight from somewhere outside London.” The director answered back, knowing full well this could be gold.

“Right, let me begin.” David stared down the split screen, trying to intimidate all the viewers at home.

“My wife has just informed me that the gardener is not just the gardener, that he doesn’t just cut the bushes that the reason he’s always inside the house when I arrive home and that the garden is hardly ever touched, is because in fact he is not a gardener at all.”

“Shall we cut?” The assistant almost begging his boss.

“No, keep rolling. Be ready though, on my say so,”

“But this isn’t news!” The assistant’s logical voice was being ignored.

Somewhere outside London David was still breaking news.

“It turns out viewers, it turns out that Simon the gardener is actually Simon the escort and my wife is absolute fu-”

“CUT!” The director pulled David’s screen.

“Now it’s news."