The events of last week in Victoria have had a million words written about them. Probably twenty million. And it goes without saying that sympathy, shock, horror and even awe has been outpouring from the nation and the world.

In The Australian newspaper’s “Media” liftout today, there was a piece about the brickbats and bouquets of the various TV presenters ferried down to the area to cover the disaster live to camera. (Whether it was indeed live all of the time is a moot point). There were reports of SBS’ presenters working from a motel room with no power to Lisa Wilkinson being choppered down every morning and chauffer driven back every night. Where’s Naomi Robson when you need her? At least she only had a campervan.

But not one mention seems to have been made about the men and women at the coal face. The camera operators, sound people, electricians and so on. These guys and gals were constantly under the pump to get the images and sound out. No make up rooms, air conditioning or a glass of champers afterward for them.

Also have a think on the stills photographers. Some amazing pictures came out portraying the horror of it all. A good friend of mine does this stuff, and we tend to forget the things they see that we don’t. Or want to.

Remember that edition of Frontline where the video guy kept shooting instead of going to the aid of someone getting a severe kicking? I’d like to think I could do that job, but quietly don’t really believe I can. All the people I know who do however, have a lifetime of Prozac ahead of them.