Reality TV: When you become the scapegoat!

What happens when a cub reporter is thrown in front of spycams for riveting reality television...

The time was 3.40 pm. And it was a Thursday, the day we fall over ourselves to send the City Reporter* to Press.

And my cellphone rings. It was a call for help.

“I am right outside your office. The front tyres of my car are wobbly. Could you help?” my friend pleaded.

I obliged, asked my office colleague for a phone number that could come in handy if it was…