The Truth Is…?

First, watch this clip. Less than a minute of your time, I promise it’s worth it!

Well here is the truth… at least my opinion, anyway.

Even though he wasn’t wearing a sleeveless shirt, his arms and that abs – to die for.

Oh who am I kidding? He’s perfect.

Hamish MacDonald’s crystal blue eyes and a smile revealing his perfect pearly white teeth is just as disarming as his earnest opinion on journalism. Ah, not to mention his lovely British-Australian English accent. I can listen to him speak until the world ends… I digress.

I had a chance to ask him a question after his presentation in The Hall at Queensland University of Technology, Brisbane.

Me: What do you think is the biggest challenge in journalism today?

I think it’s what to do next. Your generation is shaping the everchanging media landscape and who knows what jobs will be available once you’re done here – maybe you’ll get a job that isn’t even invented yet. The challenge has always been to make something informative and appealing. But it’s always changing and you guys are in a unique position because you are organic users of technology and social media.

– Hamish MacDonald, Journalist and Host of “The Truth is…?”

His upcoming TV show on Channel 10 (Australia) is investigative journalism at its rawest form. It’s a bold take on controversial and bizarre issues that promises to make jaw-dropping revelations in an attempt to challenge the public’s perception of what is… the truth. (Whatever they think it is. Whatever you think it is)

Watch it on Monday nights at 8:30 pm.

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Overheard: Reality TV? That’s nothing.

Combine Home and Away (If you’re Aussie, you will understand this) and Keeping up with the Kardashians, not that I’ve ever watched a single episode. I’m simply basing this on annoying promos during commercial breaks. But I am almost completely certain that my real-life characters (without them knowing) are way more interesting and the storyline is much more entertaining. Read on and find out why!

People in their forties were talking loudly on the train, as though no one was there:

It started like this…

How often do you see your daughter?

None of your bloody business!

Well, my father gave me pearls and opals. They’re beautiful.

Ah, probably ‘cause he said to himself: Here’s jewellery, go away. Yes, finally! She’s gone!

Then the woman started to open up…

A Soliloquy

Look at me. I look like shit. I cried and cried. And he treated me like a thief. He broke my heart. All the lies. And shit.

I don’t know what I do. I should just be happy with my own little life. There was Perry who comes and we’re all in love then he leaves for five days. Doesn’t call, just a couple of texts saying don’t call me, I’m with my partner. Ah, it’s just shit. Then there was Matthew, oh don’t get me started on him.

I just need to get my confidence back but Robin took all my confidence.

The things I do to make myself happy.

If I was a bitch from hell, why didn’t he just tell me? Nobody reads minds.

(This one is worthy to be quoted, I think)

You listen to four or five stories of the same event. It’s amazing how people have such different perceptions and versions of what happened.

[Silence.]

How are those relatives of yours?

They have this mentality that it’s what you do – steal and lie. That life is all about you. And the whole world owes you.

 They touch on a particular Auntie…

I thought she was getting good money from the house.

Everyday is a different story. One day there’s a renter, one day she’s given up on it.

She’s in another world. She must have a carer or someone to look after her.

She needs to but she doesn’t want to.

The next topic is one of their nieces…

She said she wants to jump off the balcony then I say: Hang on, hang on.

She’s definitely bipolar. Has she got medication?

Yes, she does but she probably doesn’t take them. I said one time, “Are you popping pills?” She said, “Do you want speed?”

(laughs)

 And ended the lively conversation with a random thought…

(Pointing to the building)

There’s a hole in the middle of the building.

That’s most unusual.

That’s certainly unusual but I’m not quite sure if I like it.

Juicy gossip, insightful musings and dramatic monologues  straight from the mouth of lovely strangers who just happen to be comfortable sharing their life stories to everyone on the train. People are people. We love them anyway.

I was listening, accidentally on purpose. I know you would too if you were me.

Care to share any stories you “overheard”? (I know you want to. Come on, don’t be a pussy.)