Coppers, Coincidence and Suicide.
In my youth, I was a junior reporter in a local newspaper. The pay was verging on the ridiculous, hardly enough to keep body and soul together. But, keen to make a start in my journalistic career, I was prepared to work for peanuts.
That was the way in the 1970s. You began as a general dogsbody and, hopefully, rose to the top. That was the theory anyway.