Showing posts with label television. Show all posts
Showing posts with label television. Show all posts

Monday, 10 December 2007

Fame Part Three


As we are such a famous family now, the above is a picture of Himself playing in a jazz band a couple of weeks ago. (He's the one on the right, playing with his mate Bob.) He was to have been playing this Wednesday but unfortunately the venue was already booked, so that will have to wait until after Christmas.

In the meantime, you know that cornet he bought a few weeks ago? The one that was JUST RIGHT, POP. The one that he spent ages reshaping, stripping of lacquer and doing god knows what else to?
It’s gone back on ebay

He did laugh, rather nervously, and said, ‘”the tone’s wrong, Pop.”
Story of my life.

He sold it at a loss of £45 .

“Just as well you’re not trying to make money,” I said (though of course this was the idea).

Out walking the dog on Saturday, he said, “Come on, Pop. I have to get back to check my internet business.” He giggled. “It’s called bankruptcy.com.”

Just to compound matters financial, he bought another cornet last night on ebay at the knockdown price of £42. I despair.

For those of you asking if I could put my moments of fame on Youtube – I don’t (yet) have a DVD of the programme, but for a good laugh, you can see it on the Westcountry TV website - http://www.itvlocal.com/westcountry and click on Documentaries.

Unfortunately I sound like Ann Widdecombe. But we don’t look alike.

Wednesday, 4 July 2007

Freedom

How wonderful to wake up to hear good news for once. Alan Johnston, the BBC correspondent who has been held hostage for 114 days, has been freed (in case any of you live on a different planet).

In this age of dimwitted celebrity icons, it’s heartwarming to see Alan so calm and composed, despite his ordeal with his captors whom he described as ‘dangerous and unpredictable’. I shudder to think of what he went through, and how it will affect him in the long term, but the important thing now is that he’s free. (Will he go back to his previous job?) We can only imagine the joy of his family and friends.

I was working at WTN while John McCarthy was held hostage, and got to know his girlfriend, Jill Morrell, who worked round the corner at ITN. I became involved with the Friends of John McCarthy and can well imagine what the BBC have been doing backstage in order to get Alan released.

I had been made redundant and was working in a shop in Fowey when he was finally released, and heard of his freedom on the radio when I’d nipped over the road to buy an apple from the greengrocer. He looked somewhat alarmed when I burst into tears and rushed out, without apple, to leg it to the nearest phonebox so I could ring WTN.

Alan Johnston seems to have been captured because he worked for the BBC; a good way of manipulating the British media? His capture was certainly guaranteed worldwide coverage. At least, thank God, he’s safe. Let’s all celebrate.

And talking of the media, Flowerpot is to be on television. Before you get all excited (and Himself is, very), there won’t be much of it. And it will be on Westcountry so all of you further up the country and in warmer climes my miss out on this exclusive bit of coverage.

It’s an arts programme, where a panel of four (yours truly being one) will take part in a chaired discussion on a selection of Westcountry authors – John Betjeman, Agatha Christie, Mary Wesley, Daphne du Maurier and Thomas Hardy. They will film for about an hour and edit it down to 4 minutes. Probably less, I would imagine. I don’t know who else will be taking part, but it could help my writing – er – somehow. Who knows what may come of it? Probably nothing, but my friends and family will all have a good laugh. I will, too.