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“Put it back on the news, fuck ya!”
From his repurposed breakfast nook, a French Quarter barrister’s voice is almost gone from yelling at his kids after they change the kitchen tv down or god forbid – to a different channel.
Roger Dalton, who refers to his office as ‘chambers’, says he’s only able to work from his five-bedroom Rue de Branlette brown brick if ABC News 24 is on in the background.
He said, from his second-story window, to our reporter that he simply can’t do it any other way.
“If I’m going to work from home, I’m going to have to have the news on. I need to keep up to date,” he yelled.
Roger then ducked back inside.
“Oi! What did I say about changing the fucking channel on the kitchen television? Alistair! Answer me!”
“Put it back on the fucking news! Do you understand me?”
Shifting his focus back to our reporter, Roger slipped on an idle ugg boot and fell from the window.
He screamed as he fell through the air and came to rest with a silencing ‘bong’ on the metal ColourBond fence out the front.
Our reporter rushed to the crumpled mess that was Roger’s writhing body on the footpath. He was conscious and breathing so our reporter decided to press on with the interview.
“I just like to be informed about the world,” hissed Roger as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Jesus Christ, Errol. Can you call me an ambulance, I think I’m dying.”
More to come.