tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89580534939737533452024-03-06T09:15:40.931-08:00rhubarbrhubarbrhubarbAlex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-22919955170281127312023-05-25T01:45:00.001-07:002023-05-25T01:45:54.491-07:00In conversation with author Bill Arnott<p><b>Alex: Tell me a bit about yourself. Your
background; where you were brought up; when you first began writing;
your interests and so on.</b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNr-USIpVcCc_1DzKM-EaLVyCqsNjQQLpvVONv2rwkq41jBYXJucDJgczZv7-4ogBxlhD-slF-he5aOtw70oC9eMxCIhishrHP5bgYJ7sRE1vcyI0cgj3iPK7egnQNk5n7rymo0hV-V9Xf5kqTiV1OZEY1UGvNlSCK8HXaG-uXvOi8vqx78ocjU2HW6A/s1280/Bill%20Arnott%20pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1280" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNr-USIpVcCc_1DzKM-EaLVyCqsNjQQLpvVONv2rwkq41jBYXJucDJgczZv7-4ogBxlhD-slF-he5aOtw70oC9eMxCIhishrHP5bgYJ7sRE1vcyI0cgj3iPK7egnQNk5n7rymo0hV-V9Xf5kqTiV1OZEY1UGvNlSCK8HXaG-uXvOi8vqx78ocjU2HW6A/s320/Bill%20Arnott%20pic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Bill:</b> Hi Alex, thanks for having me back! I’m
Bill Arnott, an author, poet and songwriter from the west coast of
Canada, where I live near mountains and sea on Musqueam, Squamish,
and Tsleil-Waututh land. I’ve been a writer for a number of
years. Some readers might know my column <i>Bill Arnott’s Beat</i>
from magazines and literary journals, others may be familiar with my
bestselling travel memoirs, <i>A Season on Vancouver Island</i> and
the <i>Gone Viking</i> travelogues, <i>Gone Viking: A Travel
Saga</i>, <i>Gone Viking II: Beyond Boundaries</i>, and <i>Gone
Viking III: The Holy Grail</i>, (RMBooks, publication date October 3,
2023). I grew up in British Columbia, a part
of the globe that enjoys distinct seasons and a range of outdoor
activities. No doubt it instilled a love of being active in nature,
something that’s never gone away. I’ve written for much of my
life, but only in the past few years has it become a vocation. Making
a living as a writer still feels like a privilege, and I find myself
excited by it each day.<p></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Alex: How would you describe your writing,
and are there particular themes that you like to </b><b>explore?</b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Bill:</b> While I’ve published books in
multiple genres, I tend to come back to nonfiction, specifically
nature, memoir and travel. Much of it could be called nonfiction
narrative. I write what I love to read, and that often falls into
each, sometimes all, of these classifications. I feel great writing
can supersede genre parameters. If the story’s a good one, written
exceptionally well, then it ought to be shared and enjoyed. This is
something I strive to accomplish each time I put pen to paper, or
more accurately, finger to keyboard.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Alex: Are you a writer that plans a
detailed synopsis or do you set out with a vague idea and let the
story unfold as you write?</b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Bill: </b>I certainly start out with a plan, but
rarely have a detailed synopsis. Each of my books has begun as
vignettes, sensory experiences and visceral encounters or
recollection. These form the narrative, gelling into an arc, plot or
theme, with the story revealing itself from there. I’m still
methodical in structure and cohesive flow, but find myself often
panning for gold, letting intuition guide me. If it reads well, is
smooth and evocative, I’ll carry on, knowing a unique route will
appear. If not, I’ll let that path be, for a while, knowing it’ll
become clear eventually.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Alex: Tell us about your latest book.</b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Bill:</b> I’ll share a great quote and blurb.
“Witty, well-read, effortlessly entertaining, Arnott may be the
perfect travel companion.” This is from Thomas Lundy at <i>Canadian
Geographic Magazine</i>, referring to <i>Gone Viking III</i>. (He
received an advance copy). The book is another epic adventure as I
trek the ancient world to unearth Viking secrets and reveal history’s
most elusive treasure, the Holy Grail. I’d been granted a
fellowship at London’s Royal Geographical Society for my previous
<i>Gone Viking</i> expeditions, and now I take readers on a new
excursion following legendary explorers – Scandinavians, Celts, and
Arthurian knights – across Europe and into the Arctic. Together,
readers and I share some adventures, learn a bit of history, and have
a few laughs. In my role as narrator I serve as companion and guide
on this quest, unearthing firsthand discoveries in Viking Greenland,
Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Britain, France, Switzerland,
Belgium, Germany, Spain, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Poland, and
Jerusalem. A few years of intense travel and research, captured in
300-pages.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Alex: What other books have you written?</b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Bill:</b><i> Gone Viking III: The Holy Grail</i>,
is the final installment of the <i>Gone Viking</i> travelogue
trilogy. Following the success of the first book, my publishing team
at RMBooks and I felt a trilogy made sense, and that “the story,”
or in this case my travel expeditions, could be completed and
effectively communicated in this manner. Each book is distinct, yet
builds upon its predecessor. So, prior to this I wrote <i>Gone
Viking: A Travel Saga</i> and <i>Gone Viking II: Beyond Boundaries</i>.
While international travel was on hold, I spent an incredible season
travelling close to home, and created the memoir <i>A Season on
Vancouver Island</i>, another bestselling travelogue, in which I
include my painted photos from the excursion. (I turn photos into
stylized paintings using a series of customized apps). That southwest
corner of British Columbia is a gorgeous part of the world and I
happened to be there for three months of spectacular weather, so the
artwork captures vibrant blue skies and ocean, rich forest greens,
and a unique array of wildlife.</p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Alex: What are your interests aside from
writing? And what do you do to unwind?</b></p>
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@billarnott_aps, refers to my being an author, poet, and songwriter,
which is essentially how I unwind. I often find myself doing all
three activities every day, jumping between creative outlets to
stimulate all of it. And I love being outside whenever possible.
Walking, hiking, running, ideally near water or trees. I’m a bit of
an amateur ornithologist, so I love watching birds, and am frequently
delighted to enjoy encounters with rather exotic animals and plants
even in the heart of an urban metropolis. Although it could be
considered work, I spend a great deal of time connecting with
readers, replying to questions, hearing people’s stories, along
with visiting bookstores and presenting to various associations.
We’ve established a fabulous group of engaged readers, our
<i>#GoneVikingCommunity</i>, in which people share photos of
themselves with their copies of the <i>Gone Viking</i> books, often
in a playful location or occasionally somewhere ridiculous. It’s a
great deal of fun, with a wonderful, growing audience. It’s a
genuine privilege to be part of it all. Thank you again Alex, for this great
connection and opportunity, and I wish you continued success with
your excellent books as well!<p></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Alex: My pleasure, Bill. Thank you for sharing your writing journey with us. Readers can learn more about Bill and his writing by visiting his website at https://billarnottaps.wordpress.com/</b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><br /></b></p>
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As a young graduate back in the 80s, I remember the thrill of being offered a student placement at his agency Abbott Mead Vickers, along with my then creative partner. We were in our final year at art school and had set our sights on a career as a creative team in one of London’s creative advertising agencies. Luckily for us, one of AMV’s senior art directors had graduated from our college (Maidstone College of Art), so it only took a letter from one of our tutors to this former student to secure our two-week placement.</span><p></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">On arriving at the allotted hour, we were ushered up to the creative floor of a recently refurbished building that had that distinctive new building smell. Everything was grey and black, which was the height of chic back in the late 80s. In fairness, it would still look sophisticated today. We had our own sizeable office for two weeks. But the greatest disappointment to befall us was that the great man himself was on holiday and would not return until we had departed. So there would be no chance to contrive an impromptu meeting with him in the company lift of a morning.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">Abbott had cemented his reputation for writing memorable press ads for the likes of Volvo, Sainsbury’s, The Economist and Chivas Regal, to name but a few. But he was equally at home writing TV commercials, and his famous ‘J R Hartley’ TV commercial has gone down in advertising folklore as one of the UK’s best-loved commercials.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">This said, he will always be remembered for witty headlines; and cogent, eloquent and perfectly structured copy. I remember one of his very long headlines for Chivas Regal that fuelled a lively argument at college. Some of us felt it was truly heartfelt while others found it overly sentimental and cloying. The press ad ran on Father’s Day and read as follows:</span></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because I’ve known you all my life.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because a red Rudge bicycle once made me the happiest boy on the street.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you let me play cricket on the lawn.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you used to dance around the kitchen with a tea-towel round your waist.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because your cheque book was always busy on my behalf.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because our house was always full of books and laughter.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because of countless Saturday mornings you gave up to watch a small boy play rugby.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you never expected too much of me or let me get away with too little.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because of all the nights you sat working at your desk while I lay sleeping in my bed.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you never embarrassed me by talking about the birds and the bees.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because I know there’s a faded newspaper clipping in your wallet about my scholarship.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you always made me polish the heels of my shoes as brightly as the toes.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you’ve remembered my birthday 38 times out of 38.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you still hug me when we meet.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you still buy my mother flowers.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you’ve more than your fair share of grey hairs and I know who helped put them there.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you’re a marvellous grandfather.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you made my wife feel one of the family.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you wanted to go to McDonalds the last time I bought you lunch.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you’ve always been there when I’ve needed you. </em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you let me make my own mistakes and never once said. “I told you so.”</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because you still pretend you only need glasses for reading.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because I don’t say thank you as often as I should.</em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because it’s Father’s Day. </em></p><p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Because if you don’t deserve Chivas Regal, who does?</em></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">Abbott later admitted that the ad was, in fact, a love letter to his own father. Whether you like it or not (I happen to like it), it’s a lovely example of Abbott's perceptiveness and his ability to tap into the way we humans think and feel. And it’s this emotive and powerful line of reasoning that imbues all his copy, whether he’s writing about crumple zones on Scandinavian cars or the health benefits of a Liga baby rusk. </span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">When in 1998, he announced his retirement from the agency he founded in order to take up a new career as an author, none of us gasped in surprise. Here was a man who was already writing the most exquisite prose, albeit in a truncated form. And plenty of other copywriters had taken the plunge before him. Copywriters who certainly hadn’t received the kind of recognition Abbott had. There had been Fay Wheldon ( ‘Go to work on an egg’). There had been Peter Mayle (‘Nice one Cyril’ for Wonderloaf bread). And there had been Salman Rushdie (who readily admits to penning ‘naughty but nice’ for fresh cream cakes).</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">Admittedly, it took some while to complete his first work of fiction, but in 2010 Abbott’s debut novel ‘The Upright Piano Player’ finally hit the shelves. And quite some novel it is. It was clearly a labour of love as every line has been so well-considered and beautifully honed. Lines like this:</span><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;"> </span><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: Georgia, "Source Serif Pro", serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Designer gowns from a former era, lovingly preserved in polythene, hang uneasily on bodies that have had no such luck. </em><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">The book is peppered with such lines, yet the narrative is brisk and not the least bit laboured. And, of course, there’s that sharp perceptiveness about human nature and the little observations that lift the writing to another level. We also get a real feeling for the characters themselves through Abbott’s sharp ear for dialogue. </span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">The story itself is an incredibly sad one and is structured like a Kurt Vonnegut novel starting at the end. But in all other respects, it is as far apart from a Vonnegut novel as you could possibly get. Many reviewers have compared the writing to Ian McEwan, and it’s a fair comparison. What is abundantly clear is that ‘The Upright Piano Player’ is an accomplished novel that can stand head and shoulders with anything written in the English language. As a debut novel, it's remarkable.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">The story’s protagonist, one Henry Cage is a perfectly affable character on the surface. He has enjoyed a successful career as the founder of his own management consultancy business. But on retirement, it becomes clear that Cage’s personal life is anything but perfect. As the novel progresses, Abbott allows us to peek into Cage’s family dynamics and the fracturing of relationships, which could so easily have been averted. Added into the mix is a string of random incidents that have truly devastating consequences and are well beyond Cage’s control. Together the sequence of events makes for a tragedy of epic proportions and demonstrates the fragility of life. But don’t be put off. The narrative is utterly compelling, and you really do want to spend time in Henry Cage’s company. He is sharp, witty and likeable, if a bit obstinate and set in his ways. The closing line to the novel is utterly heartbreaking, as we know from the very first page how this story ends. And that’s another aspect that I think works so well with this novel. The way it has been structured is really clever. We know from page one how it ends but we don’t quite know how it gets there. But when we do finally get there and everything has been unravelled, the emotional punch of the very last page is enormous and gut-wrenching because we know that the last page isn’t actually the last page.</span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">Having retired from advertising myself and written a couple of self-published novels, I have only just got round to reading ‘The Upright Piano Player’. But I am baffled by the fact that this fine book has received so few reviews on Amazon - no more than a paltry 38 ratings in ten years. My own self-published scribblings have notched up twice as many ratings in ten months. But I’d be the first to admit that my writing pales in comparison. So why on earth isn’t anyone reading this fine book that has been published, I might add, by a mainstream publisher (Quercus)? Am I and those 38 other reviewers on Amazon the only people to rate ‘The Upright Piano Player’ as a terrific read? Surely not. </span></p><p><span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.75); font-family: "Source Serif Pro", serif;">I speak up for David Abbott’s novel not simply because I believe it to be an extraordinarily lyrical and haunting book, but because David Abbott cannot speak up for himself. He very sadly passed away rather suddenly and unexpectedly in 2014. He was one of the very few advertising men whose obituary made it into the national newspapers as well as the BBC news. This said, his debut novel only appeared as a foot-note among the reams of newsprint devoted to his contribution to British creative advertising. And yet this novel is undoubtedly his crowning achievement. The Guardian rightly described it as ‘a beautifully constructed debut.’ The saddest thing about ‘The Upright Piano Player’ is that it’s Abbott’s first and last foray into the world of literary fiction. We shan’t lay eyes on any other gems from this hugely gifted and overlooked author. </span></p><div class="ember-view" id="ember1479" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", "Fira Sans", Ubuntu, Oxygen, "Oxygen Sans", Cantarell, "Droid Sans", "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Lucida Grande", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="reader-article-content" dir="ltr" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="reader-flag-content__wrapper mb4 clear-both" data-ember-action-1480="1480" data-ember-action="" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; clear: both !important; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); display: flex; font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, "Helvetica Neue", "Fira Sans", Ubuntu, Oxygen, "Oxygen Sans", Cantarell, "Droid Sans", "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Lucida Grande", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1.5rem; justify-content: flex-end; margin-bottom: 16px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></div>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-91022743404327106632020-08-21T09:38:00.005-07:002020-08-21T10:05:09.687-07:00In conversation about advertising, copywriting and writing fiction<p> Alex Pearl talks to Kenneth Muyingo about writing for advertising agencies as a copywriter and writing fiction, with special reference to his latest novel, the thriller <i>The Chair Man </i>that is set in London in 2005.</p><p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=301414834424130">WATCH THE INTERVIEW HERE</a></span></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqD08Ci7QVRDnGjpCYztiJ_QyxBH8Z0q_pjfV6vP8dcQ2jzRHKxl55_fe5zJ6Wc6V7RqUTJjq0h_jh4aCxlhM0pdpU_5sAgwj9HBs_j39WpZqV4pA-oOszeeAsHyl_Mr8oM9zTrs8haFHu/s2048/Chair+Man+jpeg+cover-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1304" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqD08Ci7QVRDnGjpCYztiJ_QyxBH8Z0q_pjfV6vP8dcQ2jzRHKxl55_fe5zJ6Wc6V7RqUTJjq0h_jh4aCxlhM0pdpU_5sAgwj9HBs_j39WpZqV4pA-oOszeeAsHyl_Mr8oM9zTrs8haFHu/s640/Chair+Man+jpeg+cover-1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjw8-Y1m-Fb8nPio_Bz2eiLESkf8x9l7rEv4sR9uGOB368kcnJtpLoXhBXw85GbSBaXSaVC8egllmsGAluvgdFG1Tqs3IJUs7F8b5beOzwPMk8WX8FDK_awSOJL0oRCMVOG-328PCnJiC/s1366/Kindle+charts.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcjw8-Y1m-Fb8nPio_Bz2eiLESkf8x9l7rEv4sR9uGOB368kcnJtpLoXhBXw85GbSBaXSaVC8egllmsGAluvgdFG1Tqs3IJUs7F8b5beOzwPMk8WX8FDK_awSOJL0oRCMVOG-328PCnJiC/s640/Kindle+charts.png" width="640" /></a></div><b><br /></b><p></p>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-27379826709540287512020-06-27T00:46:00.000-07:002020-06-27T01:13:49.058-07:00Homage to Pete and Dud<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> On account of it being wondrous and ethereal.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">So where does the name actually come from, Pete?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Well, there you’ve got me. But if I were a gambling man, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">which of course I’m not… I would put my money on the </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">name </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">itself being of Latin derivation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Latin derivation?</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Yes, Latin derivation… You see there’s nothing quite as </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">wondrous and ethereal as a bit of Latin derivation... I </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">mean to </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">say, this Prime Minister loves his Latin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I thought he loved the ladies.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Aside from loving the ladies, he also has a bit of a thing </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">about Latin.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">You mean a</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">little bit of Latin on the side?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Yes - a bit of Latin on the side... He loves his Latin. Can’t </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">get enough of the Latin… Only the other day he came </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">out with a </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">lovely little gem. He can’t help himself. He’s always getting the </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">urge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">He’s known for his urges isn’t he?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Yes Dud, he is known for his urges. He has his fair share of</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">So what was this lovely little gem?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">The lovely little gem in question was ‘Veni, vidi vici.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Not being conversant with Latin, would you mind </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">transliterating?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">: I will even go as far as elucidating… Roughly translated </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">veni, vidi, vici means I came, I </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">saw, and did all kinds of </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">unmentionables.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">: I see.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Course, he’s not the only one to be partial to the Latin. The </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Does she?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> She’s very partial to a bit of Latin is Her Highness. When </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">she had that fire at Windsor castle. </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">You remember that </span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">don’t you?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Oh yes. Dreadful business.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Indeed… Well, she didn’t describe that year as being </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">No. She called it ‘Annus horribilis.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Annus horribilis? Would you mind soliciting again?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Certainly... It’s Latin. In other words, an extremely wondrous</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">and ethereal way of saying </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">that her year was in fact </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">a bit of a </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">bummer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Bit of a bummer?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Yes. You see the thing about Latin is that whatever you say,</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Seems a bit funny to me wanting to speak a language </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">nobody understands.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Well, if you can speak in a way that very few people can </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">actually understand, you are very </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">well qualified to be </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">Prime </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">Minister. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Why’s that then?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Well, just think about it. If you were Prime Minister, which, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">thank goodness you aren’t, and </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">you were asked a very </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">difficult </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">question, which you didn’t know the answer to, what would you </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> I suppose I’d be stumped for words.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Well you wouldn’t be stumped for words when you can </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">answer in Latin. Because by </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">answering in Latin, you’ll be </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">giving an</span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">answer that no one will understand…</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> And I suppose you’d be confusing everyone in an ethereal </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> You would indeed be confusing everyone in an ethereal and </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">wondrous way… And that in a </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">rather round-about way </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">in answer </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">to your original question, is why this wretched virus is named </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">Coronavirus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">It’s all Greek to me Pete.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Well actually Dud you’re quite right. It is I believe also Greek</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">in derivation. Of course, the </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">ancient Greeks were a </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">very clever </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">bunch. Very clever indeed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Interesting that you say that... Because there’s a very </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">ancient Greek gentleman who used to </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">have a kebab shop </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">near me</span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">until he was closed down by health and safety. That wasn’t so </span><br />
<span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">clever </span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">was it Pete?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Pete:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Well you have to remember that some extremely ancient </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Greeks do unfortunately suffer </span></span><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-size: large; white-space: pre;">from dementia.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Dud:</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "arial"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"> Dementia?</span></span></div>
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-b87b75cc-7fff-58c3-e853-218187c25be0"><br /></span>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-69389900515608089982020-05-12T02:19:00.001-07:002020-05-12T02:20:33.703-07:00A talk about John Constable and his place in the history of landscpe painting.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #030303; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kenwood House Volunteer, Alex Pearl, gives an online Spotlight Talk on John Constable and his place in the history of landscape painting, with particular reference to the 1821 oil sketch commonly known as 'Hampstead Heath, with Pond and Bathers' one of the paintings in the great art collection at Kenwood House, London.
John Constable (1776 – 1837) was born in Suffolk and lived in Hampstead from 1827. His paintings brought new life to the genre of landscape painting and constructed a particular image of the English countryside.
Alex Pearl looks at some of Constable’s landscapes and cloud studies and explains how he took the practice of painting outdoors to new heights.
Introduction and fade out music is by Carl Maria von Weber, Opus 79 published in 1821; Weber sought to bring Romantic music to a freer form, where feeling took precedence over form.
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My thriller, 'The Chair Man' is now FREE to download thanks to Smashwords. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">You can download your FREE copy at: </span></span><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009862">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009862</a><br />
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The book was published at the beginning o<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">f the year b</span>y Fizgig Press and is beginning to garner some very positive reviews.<br />
Here is what Graham Smith wrote last month:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"'The Chair Man' would make an excellent book club choice, stimulating discussion and lively argument. It contains masses of detailed information, selection from which can justify a wide range of interpretations. Many readers will admire Hollinghurst. He is a good father, particularly to his daughter Natasha, who considers him "the best frigging dad in the world", and he possesses "in spades" the "primal need to feel and protect your own flesh and blood." His son Ben thinks he "could always see the good in others." But that is exactly how many terrorists are remembered by almost all who knew and loved them.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>"The nearest I ever got to a "terrorist incident" was in East London, when I heard the IRA bomb go off in Docklands in 1996. I cannot predict my reaction were I to be caught up personally in such events, but I hope I would not go the same way as Michael Hollinghurst, the central figure in this entertaining and elaborately-plotted novel. It is a gripping thriller that repays careful and close reading (and I will certainly read it again)."</i></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Graham Smith 2020</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The book is currently averaging 4.4 stars out of 5 on Goodreads and 4.7 out of 5 on Amazon.co.uk </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">You can download your FREE copy at: </span></span><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009862">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1009862</a><br />
<br />Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-49636722896452708402018-11-21T07:30:00.001-08:002019-09-10T02:25:55.213-07:00It's arguably one of the most exciting and emotive products for advertisers to sell. But when was the last time you saw a great ad about money?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been an advertising copywriter for more years than I'd comfortably own up to, and a good proportion of that time - perhaps 25% - has been devoted to the area of financial services. It's an arena known, not for its creativity, so much as its lack of it. It's one of those few sectors that for some curious reason, makes many copywriters go all weak at the knees at the prospect of taking a brief. Yet, we copywriters are always looking for angles on products and services that will enhance the customer’s life in some small way. And money, unlike so many other things in life, really can change our lives. Products like pensions and life assurance, for instance, offer the creative team incredibly powerful and emotive propositions to play with. After all, a yoghurt or chocolate bar can only do so much to make us feel good. A pension, on the other hand, will quite literally affect the quality of our lives for a good 20 years or more. And a life policy will pay for our wives, partners and kids to have a comfortable life, even if we’re not around to enjoy it with them. These are powerful, deeply profound and wholly tangible product benefits that should, one would have thought, lead to powerful and creative advertising campaigns. And yet there are so few memorable financial campaigns one can think of.<br />
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Banks have traditionally had sizeable marketing budgets with which to flog their wares, but the commercial that seems to be gracing our screens more than ever at the moment is a banal beach scene in which we see horses galloping through the waves choreographed to equally bland musak. The only attempt at any messaging is conveyed at the end with the words ‘By your side.’ This form of advertising is so devoid of any idea or meaning that you have to wonder what it is that Lloyds Bank is trying to achieve here, other than bringing their logo to life, and having hordes of mindless people adulating it for no apparent reason.<br />
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Barclays admittedly has been known to knock out the occasional good commercial. Their current online security commercial isn’t a bad effort. But you have to go back 18 years to see the famous <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_39b8e5PXWw" target="_blank">‘Big’ commercial</a> featuring Anthony Hopkins, which delivered a simple chest-beating message with a certain panache and entirely excusable chutzpah.<br />
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The only other decent bank advertising I can recall was HSBC’s <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kemtDbTBwpo" target="_blank">‘The world’s local bank’campaign</a>, which demonstrated the bank’s understanding of global markets with cleverly scripted vignettes of Western businessmen failing to understand the customs of foreign clients when abroad.<br />
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In the area of insurance and investment, one struggles even harder to think of good work. Back in the 80s a couple of good friends created <a href="http://www.hatads.org.uk/catalogue/record/a2c14863-c776-4da4-b3da-876cf9f20f1a" target="_blank">a nice TV commercial for Legal & General </a>about the very few investments that hadn't worked out for the company. One involved an oil rig in Mukluk, Alaska that drilled water, and carried the immortal line 'not much luck in Mukluk.' The end line was 'Only 99% certain of getting it right.' It was a brave commercial that gave L&G a human face and arguably made the company stand out from the dross.<br />
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Then, of course, there’s the <a href="https://mascola.com/insights/retro-ad-of-the-week-albany-life-1983/" target="_blank">Albany Life press campaign</a>; easily the best press advertising campaign for a life company ever created. The irony is that Albany Life wasn’t a brilliant life assurance company despite its beautifully written and art directed press ads, and the company no longer exists.<br />
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Other notable financial advertising campaigns have included Egg, Commercial Union,<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSmZapShlxc" target="_blank"> More Than’s car driving dog</a>, an intelligent press<a href="https://www.stephentimms.com/projects/4527971" target="_blank"> campaign for M&G</a> and a series of well written press ads for Nationwide Building Society back in the ‘80s.<br />
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It represents such a tiny drop in a vast ocean of bland communications. So why is this? Personally, I think it’s almost certainly down to the inherent character of these organisations’ marketing departments that tend to err on the side of caution; and let's face it, most ads that do that are infinitely forgettable. From my own experience, most companies in the area of financial services take themselves far too seriously; refuse to let their advertising agencies convey messages that are in any way negative; and view humour as being wholly flippant and something that will denigrate the company’s brand values. There has also been a trend since the late 90s for financial services to pay heed to their design agencies more attentively than their advertsing agencies, which I have never really understood. But I suppose if I were to invest vast sums in a comprehensive set of design guidelines, I'd feel compelled to adhere to these guidelines rigidly and at all costs. The problem is, of course, that such guidelines are so compehensive that they tread on the toes of the advertising agencies by stipulating the brand's tone of voice.<br />
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At the end of the day, humour and negativity are, in my view, two of the most valuable weapons in the creative team’s armoury. Take them away and it’s possible to see how we end up with asinine commercials featuring galloping horses and straplines that say absolutely nothing.<br />
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Alex Pearl is the owner of Alex Pearl LtdAlex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-13349441583758128282018-10-24T12:28:00.005-07:002018-10-25T02:28:47.390-07:00'First Man' - one man's journey into his own personal space<br />
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This is a far more ambitious movie in that it attempts to recreate the late 1960s - a challenging period of American history in which the US struggled with its foreign policy over Vietnam while also desperately trying to win the war with Russia over conquering space.<br />
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Against this backdrop, which Chazelle portrays with much authenticity, this film focuses not on the extraordinary human achievement and the triumph of a nation, so much as the rather solitary and moving journey of the narrative's chief achitect, Neil Armstrong.<br />
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Armstrong, by all accounts, was a fairly solitary and modest figure who, following his colossal achievement, shrugged off all publicity for a quiet life of academia. His own family described him as 'a reluctant hero.' And it's this side of the moon landing story that Chazelle chooses to show us. Unlike the brazen Buzz Aldrin (how could you not be brazen with a name like that?), Armstrong was a quiet, contemplative man who found it difficult to share his emotions - particularly following the tragic death of his young daughter from a brain tumour. He was the quiet kind of hero that we all like to gun for. But for him, going to the moon wasn't just a way for mankind to gain knowledge, it was a deeply personal and profound journey he felt compelled to make in order to make sense of his life.<br />
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Ryan Gosling plays a very credible and restrained Neil Armstrong while Claire Foy produces a very good performance as his wife who is desperately trying to hold the family together and smiling for the cameras, while her husband risks life and limb in the name of science.<br />
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This is an intelligent, well crafted film that attempts to throw light on America's 'reluctant hero.' And to a large degree, it succeeds in pulling it off.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex Pearl is a freelance writer and author of <i>Sleeping with the Blackbirds</i></span><br />
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It took another 30 years before I'd attempt to catch this elusive natural phenomenon for a second time. And on this occasion it was my wife who had noticed the ad for a trip aboard an Airbus to view the Aurora in the company of none other than <a href="https://twitter.com/astro_timpeake?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor" target="_blank">Tim Peake</a>, <a href="http://www.skyatnightmagazine.com/blogs/pete-lawrence" target="_blank">Pete Lawrence </a><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006mk7h" target="_blank">The Sky At Night</a> presenter and <a href="https://twitter.com/jonculshaw?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor" target="_blank">Jon Culshaw</a> the impressionist and keen astronomer. This special event was being organised as a fundraiser by<a href="http://www.aerobility.com/" target="_blank"> Aerobility</a>, a charity dedicated to giving those with terminal illnesses and disabilities of any kind, the opportunity to experience the liberating and exhilarating feeling of flying for themselves. It's a charity we know all too well, as Jennifer my wife is a wheelchair user and has taken to the skies several times with Aerobility. We applied there and then for seats for ourselves and our son. (Our daughter would have joined us but was flying to India that same day.) And within days our places had been confirmed, and the trip sold out. We were lucky.<br />
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On the day, we set off from home in NW London and arrived at Gatwick's plush <a href="http://www.sofitel.com/gb/united-kingdom/index.shtml" target="_blank">Sofitel Hotel </a>in time for a coffee and tea reception followed by introductions in the dining room. <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/mike-miller-smith-mbe-0908a9/" target="_blank">Mike Miller-Smith</a> the CEO of Aerobility who is himself a wheelchair user, gave an emotional address about Aerobility's incredible work and played us a short film. We were then treated to a full explanation of the science behind the Aurora by Pete Lawrence, one of the TV presenters associated with The Sky at Night. Lawrence is not only a brilliantly informative speaker, but also witty. Getting your audience to laugh as well as learn is a gift; one Mr Lawrence possesses in spades. Having thoroughly whetted our appetite for this natural spectacle, we were then treated to another visual feast of impressive proportions: lunch. First course was a stunning representation of our solar system laid out in the form of miniature cheeses, an egg yolk and a selection of miniature pickled vegetables. I'm afraid to say I polished off the entire solar system with relish. It was quite delicious; as was the main course: roast beef and Yorkshire pudding alongside an assortment of artistically arranged vegetables. Following petit fours, we were given a swift telescope demonstration and camera workshop by<a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/neilmparker/" target="_blank"> Neil Parker</a>, the former Deputy Director of the Royal Greenwich Observatory. Having digested these useful tips, the main treat of the day was served up with aplomb by Squadron Leader <a href="https://twitter.com/mikelingpilot?lang=en" target="_blank">Mike Ling.</a> Being a Red Arrow squadron leader, Ling explained, was something most people found pretty awe-inspiring. But on this occaion he was about to be trumped big time by this afternoon's very special guest. Mr Tim Peake took to the podium like a duck to water. He is a natural speaker and his enthusiasm for his subject is pretty contagious. The atmosphere in that room for the next hour was virtually palpable. His account of his six months on the <a href="https://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/main/index.html" target="_blank">International Space Station</a> was insightful and totally absorbing. He explained that what little spare time he had to himself, he spent taking photographs of earth from a viewing platform that constantly faced towards our planet. And then he proceeded to show us these remarkable high definition images, which were breathtakingly beautiful. The following 20 minutes was opened up to the floor as Mr Jon Culshaw took a microphone around the room and introduced questions from the floor in the voice of David Dimbleby. Everyone seemed to have questions, but thankfully the children were given priority. One child asked what the food was like on the ISS. Another asked him how he overcame his fears. And another wanted to know what scared him the most. To all these questions, Peake gave thoughtful and detailed answers. The food was rehydratable and could be heated up. And no, it wasn't particularly brilliant. But you just had to get used to it. As for his fears, he acknowledged that this was a very good question. His way of coping with his, was to focus wholeheartedly on his training. It was the only way he could really overcome them. His most scary experience was without any doubt his space walk outside the space station when no more than a single cable separated him from the security of the station and the all-embracing black infinity of outer space. Someone else beat me to a question I was itching to to ask; how long it would take in his view for a manned mission to Mars. He was fairly convinced that such a trip would realistically take place by 2030, but then added that it was also very feasible that the momentum now being created by <a href="https://twitter.com/elonmusk?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor" target="_blank">Elon Musk </a>and<a href="http://www.spacex.com/" target="_blank"> Spacex</a> would bring that launch date forward.<br />
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The questions could have easily carried on for the entire afternoon, but we were under a tight schedule and it was now time to grab our boarding passes and passports and take the monorail to the exit gate for departure. I can honestly say that this is the first time I have ever heard the following announcement while boarding a plane: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your <a href="https://twitter.com/British_Airways?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor" target="_blank">British Airways </a>flight to nowhere."<br />
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There were 140 passengers in total - around 20 or so of whom were wheelchair users and needed to be transferred onto a special narrow wheelchair to wheel down the aisle of the Airbus to then be carefully lifted and seated in their seat. This tricky operation was carried out with military precision and grace, and before we knew it, all 140 passengers were comfortably seated and being plied with refreshments. The cabin crew, by the way, were all volunteering their services free to the charity.<br />
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Once we were in the air, all the cabin lights were turned off and all the illuminated seat belt signs were blacked out with black tape. It took around 15 minutes for your eyes to acclimatise to the dark. But of course, by doing so, you could enjoy a remarkable view of the stars. The only light was being given out by the moon, which was apparently particularly bright that night. And as we cruised at 30,000 feet above the clouds, we were treated to a commentary by Pete Lawrence who pointed out the stars and their constellations on both sides of the aircraft.<br />
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As we approached the coast of the <a href="https://www.shetland.org/" target="_blank">Shetland Isles</a>, the mysterious and very clear Aurora suddenly appeared above the horizon line as a very distinct band of light. According to Pete Lawrence who has wintnessed the phenomenon no fewer than 240 times, this wasn't a spectacular display, but it was certainly very visible. The chance of seeing the Northern Lights from an aircraft are 50:50, so we certainly felt very priviledged to have done so.<br />
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So what exactly are the northern lights or aurora? The scientific definition is fairly technical and complex, so without wanting to speak another language, we can define these dancing and swirling lights as countless collisions of electrically charged particles spewed out by the sun into the earth's atmosphere. The lights can be best viewed above the magnetic poles of the northern and southern hemispheres. They are known as the Aurora borealis in the north and Aurora australis in the south.<br />
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As the aircraft turned for home, we were served our second meal of the day, courtesy of British Airways. This was followed by after dinner speeches by Mr <a href="https://www.donaldjtrump.com/" target="_blank">Donald Trump</a>, Professor <a href="https://twitter.com/ProfBrianCox?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Eauthor" target="_blank">Brian Cox</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Sagan" target="_blank">Carl Sagan </a>and<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Moore" target="_blank"> Patrick Moore</a> - in the form of the exceptionally talented Mr Jon Culshaw whose extraordinary ability to replicate the precise tone and inflexion of his subjects is breathtaking. It was, I have to say, the perfect ending to a long but very memorable day.<br />
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Our thanks go to Aerobility and British Airways for making such a remarkable trip possible, and, of course the fabulous cabin crew and our wonderful speakers. Finally our special thanks must go to Mr Tim Peake whose contribution and presence made this particular trip so very special for everyone.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex Pearl is a freelance writer and author of <i><a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/" target="_blank">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</a> <a href="http://wellchosenwords.weebly.com/" target="_blank">Alex Pearl Ltd</a></i></span><br />
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Further newspaper links covering this event:<br />
<a href="https://www.thesun.co.uk/travel/5672321/ba-aurora-astronaut-tim-peake-northern-lights-view/" target="_blank">The Sun</a><br />
<a href="https://www.express.co.uk/travel/articles/924940/northern-lights-uk-british-airways-aerobility-aurora-flight" target="_blank">The Daily Express</a><br />
<a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-5432163/Elon-Musk-help-Mars-early-says-Major-Tim-Peake.html" target="_blank">The Daily Mail</a><br />
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Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-49421470010270977462017-05-29T10:05:00.000-07:002018-02-22T00:08:45.630-08:00How wheelchair users can find their wings.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><u>Spinal Track</u></b><br />
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My wife has always dreamed of driving a sports car. Before the spinal tumour struck five years ago, it was something she would occasionally hanker after. But with the arrival of children, that romantic notion of swanning around in some little shiny red convertible was soon brushed aside and superseded not by the need for speed but the need for child seats, and copious space for countless shopping bags and child related paraphernalia. So the dream of the sports coupe gave way to the reality of the ubiquitous and exceptionally dreary family hatchback.<br />
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It's perverse in many ways that it's only now as she finds herself in a wheelchair, that she has been able to do rather more than just dream about driving a fast sports car again; she's actually been able to live that dream for an afternoon at the home of British motor racing - Silverstone. And the reason for this extraordinary turn up for the books boils down to a remarkable organisation called Spinal Track. Spinal Track is the brainchild of Nathalie McGloin and Andrew Bayliss.<br />
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Nathalie McGloin is in fact the world's only female racing driver with a spinal injury that has left her paralysed from the chest down. She originally sustained the injury in a car accident (as a passenger) when she was just 16. Following eleven months in rehab, she returned to school to sit her A levels and then went on to university in Nottingham to study English. Her strength of character and determination to lead an independent life soon got her into playing wheelchair rugby. The sport proved incredibly beneficial as it helped her build her strength, adopt a positive mindset and conquer her condition. Soon she was training for the GB wheelchair rugby trials and playing at a serious level. But on failing to make the GB team for 2012, her passion for the sport faded, only to be replaced by a passion for motor racing.<br />
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She has always fostered a love of sports cars and had managed to drive them despite the fact that they are completely impractical for wheelchair users. But it was only after being introduced to track events by a friend that she finally succumbed to the sport, and made it her next mission in life to obtain her Association of Racing Drivers Schools (ARDS) racing licence. In October 2013, having taken part in several sprint events, undergone a medical and demonstrated her ability to get out of a car in seven seconds, she achieved just that. Now with her licence, she takes part in the Porsche Club Championship where she races able-bodied men in her specially adapted hand-controlled Cayman S.<br />
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As for the feeling of getting behind the wheel, Nathalie sums it up beautifully: "When you're on track with able-bodied drivers, you're no longer a wheelchair user - you're another competitor. It's the freedom you strive for after a spinal cord injury. You want to be viewed as a person, not a disabled person."<br />
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And it's this sense of freedom she wants others like her with spinal injuries, to get a taste of. So with her partner Andrew Bayliss, they set up Spinal Track - an organisation dedicated to giving wheelchair users the opportunity to drive a specially adapted racing car on the famous Silverstone circuit.<br />
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My wife first learnt about Spinal Track from the Spinal Injuries Association for whom Nathalie is an ambassador, and having applied to take part, received a call from Nathalie herself. Currently, Spinal Track only have the one adapted racing car, so can only take on two people per day - one in the morning and one in the afternoon.<br />
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As someone with no knowledge of motor racing, I wasn't entirely sure what to expect. On arrival, I was gobsmacked by the sheer scale of the site. Having pulled in to a large car park in front of huge complex of steel and glass, I made my way to a large reception area and was informed that we required 'The Wing' from where we would be directed to the Spinal Track space located in the F1 pit stops. To reach said point we would need to go back on the dual carriageway and take the first left turn and continue for a further mile or so. To drive at Silverstone, you don't have to drive a racing car; the network of normal tarmac roads around the site are incredibly extensive. So now I can feel fully justified in claiming to have driven our Citroen Belingo round Silverstone. <br />
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The place feels a little bit like an airport - an exceptionally large airport. Interestingly enough, it was actually originally built on a World War II RAF bomber station in 1943.<br />
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Eventually, I arrived at an even larger complex than the first one with signage that proclaimed it to be The Wing's North Entrance. I pulled in to the massive car park and stepped into a vast auditorium that was clearly being prepared for a corporate lunch. I asked a young lad laying wine glasses on a sea of dining tables if I was in the right area and discovered that I had to continue driving to the other side of the building where I'd see the pit garages clearly numbered. I wanted number 16. The Wing actually houses a host of conference and entertaining facilities with spectacular viewing balconies of the track.<br />
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We were greeted by Andrew and shown up to the large cafe on the second floor. Here we were introduced to the other wheelchair user who Andrew referred to as the 'morning man' who'd just finished his session on the track, which he had clearly enjoyed. Nathalie joined us shortly afterwards. Andrew explained that after lunch Jennifer my wife would receive a short briefing about the track rules before being let lose on the track. Being totally ignorant about motor racing I asked Andrew how one goes about driving at Silverstone and was surprised to learn that anyone can turn up and have a go on a track day once they've paid their fee of around £400 to do so. "So can you bring an ice-cream van here and drive that round the track?" I asked mischievously. Andrew smiled broadly. Apparently, your vehicle has to meet certain basic requirements. And I was left with the distinct impression that an ice-cream van wouldn't make the grade.<br />
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Lunch over, it was time for my wife's briefing. A large, burly chap with a jovial air about him led us into a side room and outlined the driving rules. You could only overtake in the left lane and were obliged to move over into the right lane if someone behind was looking to overtake you. You were only allowed to overtake on the straights and not the bends. And the appearance of certain flags denoted hazards or incidents of varying importance; the red flag being the most significant.<br />
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Minutes later my wife was pulling on a special kind of balaclava followed by a serious looking crash helmet with a built in microphone. Andrew was going to drive first to show her the ropes. Then it would be her turn. There are, I might add, no dual controls.<br />
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Following two laps, Andrew pulled into the pits, and Jennifer transferred into her wheelchair (quite how Nathalie manages this in seven seconds, is mystifying).<br />
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"How fast did Andrew go?" I asked Jennifer. "140 on the straight," she said smiling, and made her way over to the driver's seat. Now it was her turn.<br />
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Spinal Track is still in its infancy, but already its work is having a wonderfully liberating effect on those wheelchair users fortunate enough to get behind the wheel of its specially adapted VW GTI. This is the only organisation in the UK that can provide such an opportunity, and it does so completely free of charge. (A £200 deposit is returned after the event.) Andrew explained later that several ex-servicemen have had the chance to drive here at Silverstone with Spinal Track. If the smile on their faces was anything like that of Jennifer's when she finally pulled into the pit stops after four laps, the efforts of Nathalie and Andrew will have been well and truly worth it.<br />
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Spinal Track is now seeking charitable status. If you'd like to learn more, simply contact Spinal Track <a href="http://www.spinaltrack.org/driver.aspx">here</a>.<br />
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<b><u>Sportability</u></b><br />
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I first encountered the affable David Heard when looking for the entrance to Finmere aerodrome in Buckinghamshire. I was driving my wife to this airstrip not to fly a plane but to sail a blokart. A blokart, I should explain, is essentially a go-kart with a sail.<br />
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David, sporting a bright red baseball cap, stood at the side of the road directing the day's participants through a large metal farm gate. The aerodrome lay beyond the farm buildings owned by Noble Foods.<br />
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David is the Chief Executive of Sportability, a charity he originally set up 28 years ago, following a car accident involving a very good friend. In fact, it was the transformative effect of sport on David's friend that was to sow the seeds of Sportability.<br />
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Today Sportability provides a host of sports and pursuits for people with paralysis; very often those with a spinal injury or other debilitating conditions like MS or the after effects of a stroke.<br />
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David has the perfect background to understand the psychological importance of such activities when it comes to building confidence; he holds a Masters in Physiology and Physical Therapy, and his area of interest at university revolved around the role of exercise in promoting wellbeing among people with spinal injuries.<br />
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Aside from blokarting, Sportability arranges archery, sailing canoeing, falconry, fishing, gliding, motorsports, quadbiking, scuba diving, shooting, skydiving, water skiing and tennis. And all these events, which are held across the country are suitable for complete novices as well as those who are dab-hands. They are also all completely free of charge - so as the Sportability website so aptly puts it, 'you have nothing to lose but your inhibitions.' In 2016 alone, Sportability organised 71 events across 13 regions. The ultimate aim of the charity is to bring these events within one hour's drive of the main areas of population of the UK. "Our ambition," says David, "is to build our presence in South Wales, the North East, and Northern Ireland."<br />
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While sipping my coffee, I watched Jennifer set off down the runway in her blokart. It's a skillful business, and was clearly something the sailors among the day's recruits had a real knack for. After all, catching the wind in your sail is no different, whether you're on water or dry land. I got chatting to a lady who was a very keen blokart competitor and had taken part in events in California where the sport is pretty big. I asked her how fast you could go in one of these things. She said that with the right conditions you could do 60mph, which she had achieved on a beach in California. From the look on Jennifer's face, I get the distinct impression that we'll be back.<br />
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For further details about Sportabilty, simply contact the charity <a href="http://www.sportability.org.uk/contact-us/">here</a>.<br />
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<b><u>Aerobility</u></b><br />
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I had never been in an aeroplane as small as a six seater before. But now, all that was about to change. Jennifer had booked a flying session with the charity Aerobility. We'd learnt about the organisation while visiting an exhibition at the NEC in Birmingham, and now as we parked at Blackbushe airfield in Hampshire, my heart began to race ever so slightly. I'm a nervous flyer at the best of times but going up in one of these tiddlers didn't exactly fill me with joy. Our 18-year-old son who loves nothing more than riding roller coasters was up for it, as was my wife.<br />
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Aerobility was established in 1993 and regularly operates from three airfields in the UK: Blackbushe, Tatenhill in the Midlands and Prestwick in Scotland. Its sole purpose in life is to allow anyone with a disability to try their hand at flying for a fraction of the usual cost.<br />
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We checked into reception and were eventually introduced to our pilot - a very young, fresh faced lad who looked no older than our son. We were lead to the hangar and were shown to the blue and white Cherokee we were to board. Jennifer was winched into the cockpit by a sophisticated, hydraulic hoist, and Jonathan and I were invited to clamber onto the wing and into the rear of the cockpit. Once we were all firmly planted in our seats and strapped in, the pilot started the engine and the whole plane began to reverberate, which became more pronounced as it began taxying down the runway. At this point in the proceedings, I nervously pointed out to the pilot that his door was still open. This apparently was not a problem, and Jennifer told me not to panic, so I bit my lip. As the plane built up speed, the pilot nonchalantly shut his door and seconds later we were thrown into the air and began to climb. In no time at all, we were looking down on a patchwork of fields. Jennifer and Jonathan were in their element. I, on the other hand, was well out of my comfort zone and found it difficult to get too excited as this ridiculously flimsy piece of engineering bumped around in the clouds. I was feeling decidedly queasy, which wasn't helped when Jennifer was invited by the pilot to take over the controls. But in fairness to Jennifer, the experience was no bumpier under her control.<br />
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The views were undeniably spectacular, but I have to say that I was hugely relieved when we finally came down and landed very smoothly on firm ground.<br />
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Needless to say, Jennifer enjoyed every second, and can't wait to have another go.<br />
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For more details about Aerobility, simply contact the charity at info@aerobility.com<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex Pearl is a freelance writer and author of <i><a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</a></i></span>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-45818706698362947822017-03-09T10:31:00.001-08:002017-06-13T11:15:38.312-07:00The art of building a brand in financial services<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My wife and I spent a very pleasant couple of hours the other day at the Royal Academy's excellent <i>After the Fall</i> exhibition of 1930s American art. This was followed by a spot of lunch at Cafe Concerto and excellent coffee, biscuits and fresh fruit over at Sir Richard Branson's gaffe on Haymarket. The gaffe in question being the Virgin Money Lounge where customers can check in, take the weight off their weary feet, and help themselves to refreshments and newspapers - all free of charge.<br />
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Few people know more about the art of building brands than Sir Richard. Despite coming late to the financial services sector, <a href="http://uk.virginmoney.com/virgin/?gclid=Cj0KEQiAl4TGBRDhgvmikdHPsdABEiQAtBcc8Nif4GOca8rtXNukmw4MLNudjP4x0pZlY6LBPT0ZD34aAlfn8P8HAQ&dclid=CJfBrfeFytICFbeu7Qod-1MATQ">Virgin Money</a> has in a relatively short space of time, run rings round its competitors. In the area of investments, Branson saw the gap in the market for a simple investment for the novice investor by launching its tracker fund (managed by computers rather than costly fund managers) as a retail investment as early as 1995 - well before anyone else. Not only was he able to grasp the power of its simplicity and appeal to the masses, but also succeeded in implementing a management charge of 1% - a fee 12 times that of Legal & General's identical product. Despite this remarkable discrepancy, the fund has been so well pitched in marketing terms and supported by the company's legendary customer services that it has been hugely successful at tapping into the massive market of investment newbies. In one fell swoop Branson had managed to do what conventional investment houses had grappled unsuccessfully with for decades. Indeed, in the wake of Virgin's success, even the mighty <a href="http://www.hl.co.uk/">Hargreaves Lansdown </a>has in recent years included tracker funds on its roster, having pooh poohed them for years. Though ironically, Virgin's fund isn't among them as its management fee is far too high.<br />
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Then in 1997, Virgin saw the potential of shaking up the mortgage market by creating with RBS its One Account with which customers were given the freedom to consolidate the balances of their mortgages, current accounts, savings accounts and loans into one account. By offsetting the net total of all these accounts against the capital sum borrowed for the mortgage, customers were able to reduce the interest payments on their mortgages. It was a brilliantly simple idea. But nobody else had thought of it until then. Needless to say, the product was an instant success and helped this relatively new kid on the block further bolster its position in this otherwise conservative and staid market.<br />
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It has to be said that Sir Richard isn't just good at spotting opportunities to win over clients. He's also brilliant at retaining them through customer services, and understands its inseparable link with brand building, better than most. In fact, customer services has been something of an obsession throughout his career. There is, of course, the famous story about him disguising his own voice and calling one of his companies as a disgruntled customer, and demanding to be put in touch with <a href="https://www.virgin.com/richard-branson">Richard Branson</a>. No one tells the story better than the man himself: "I am so pathetically bad at imitating someone else's voice that Penni, my trusted assistant for many years, sat there and let me make a complete fool of myself with some trumped-up complaint before saying, 'Well, thank you so much for sharing all that with me, sir. Let me see if Mr. Branson is available to take your call.' She then kept me hanging on for what seemed like an eternity - it was probably a couple of minutes - before coming back on the line to say, 'Sorry, Richard, but you appear to be out of the office at the moment, can someone else help you?' before dissolving into howls of laughter."<br />
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It's a funny story, but it makes an important point that most entrepreneurs fail to grasp. Namely that you should never get so caught up in management and strategy that you forget that you're providing a product or service for the benefit of customers.<br />
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Virgin Money has from the outset tried harder than most of its competitors to score brownie points in this department, and has by and large succeeded pretty well. In 2011, it took the decision once again to do something no other financial services provider had so much as contemplated. It launched its Virgin Money Lounges - essentially VIP lounges on the high street for its customers. Besides free refreshments and newspapers, Virgin Money lounges also provide iPads and in some cases, a bookable room for meetings. According to the young lad who greeted us at the Haymarket lounge, they get around 200 customers using it every day. The one in Glasgow gets as many as 1,000 through its doors on some days. That's an awful lot of customers in a year. Yes, they may be paying too high a price for their tracker funds. But they are happy customers, and they wouldn't dream of going anywhere else. That's the genius and staying power of the Branson brand.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex Pearl is the owner of <a href="http://wellchosenwords.weebly.com/">Alex Pearl Ltd</a> and author of <a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</a></span>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-74934504065674442392016-08-07T02:17:00.000-07:002016-08-08T02:49:45.464-07:00Laughter - it's a serious business<br />
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I have long held the view that clients who possess a sense of humour and are keen to run amusing advertising campaigns are those most likely to succeed in this world. It' a simple philosophy, but as a general rule, I think the principle stands up fairly well. You only have to look at some of the best loved and effective advertising campaigns to acknowledge this.<br />
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Volkswagen and Heineken are two particularly good examples. Back in 1978, the copywriter Terry Lovelock was tasked by his agency, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collett_Dickenson_Pearce">Collett Dickenson Pearce </a>to create a campaign for the Dutch brewer, <a href="http://www.theheinekencompany.com/age-gate?returnurl=%2fabout-us%2four-history">Heineken</a>. His brief revolved around one word: refreshment. For weeks Lovelock and his Art Director tried to come up with something they liked, but weren't getting very far. Eventually, at the eleventh hour and as an act of sheer desperation, Lovelock decided to seek inspiration in Marrakesh. Luckily for him, the change of scene; the sunshine; the spicy cuisine (or possibly a few hallucinatory substances) did the trick, and on waking up in his hotel room at 3am, he wrote those immortal words: 'Heineken refreshes the parts other beers cannot reach.' <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Lowe_(advertiser)">Frank Lowe</a> the agency's chairman liked it and presented the idea in the form of two TV scripts to Anthony Simmonds-Gooding, the most senior client at Whitbread, while the pair flew to Leningrad (now St Petersberg) to view an exhibition at the Hermitage. Simmonds-Gooding bought the concept at 20,000 feet and the campaign ran for 22 years, cementing Heineken's position in the market and creating one of advertising history's best loved campaigns.<br />
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Twenty years before Terry Lovelock wracked his brains in Marrakesh, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Bernbach">Bill Bernbach's</a> New York agency <a href="https://www.ddb.com/">Doyle Dane Bernbach</a> found itself with a tricky brief to sell a strange looking car that had been designed by the Nazis in Germany. Bernbach defied all advertising conventions at that time by deciding to adopt self-deprecating humour to convey the car's chief characteristics: its size and less than perfect looks, while extolling its winning virtues: reliability and thrift. With consummate wit, one of its early commercials featured a funeral cortege and the the voice of the deceased reading his last will and testament. 90% of the script is devoted to the old man berating in the most amusing terms his nearest and dearest for their extravagant lifestyles, while we see them coast past in a long cortege of large saloons. Finally, we get to see the old man's nephew driving a VW Beetle, and the old man wearily signs off: "And to my nephew Harold who oft-times said, "a penny saved is a penny earned," and who also oft-times said, "Gee, Uncle Max, it sure pays to own a Volkswagen", I leave my entire fortune of one hundred million dollars." The commercial makes you chuckle and is absolutely timeless.</div>
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Of course, it's no coincidence that these two hugely successful brands have relied on wit to sell. It is without any doubt one of the most potent tools that the marketing industry has at its disposal. Yet, it never ceases to amaze me that so many clients shun anything remotely amusing, firmly believing that humour denigrates a brand; and somehow makes it frivolous. The consensus seems to be that if you want to be taken seriously, you have to be seen to behave seriously. And the result is that most advertising is simply dull and instantly forgettable.<br />
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In a rather round-about kind of way, this brings me to the subject I wanted to talk about in the first place: a project of one of my own clients.<a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/sofiafenichell"> Sofia Fenichell</a> is an impressive businesswoman. She started out, funnily enough, as an executive at Doyle Dayne Bernbach, and then moved into the higher echelons of investment banking and hedge fund management, before starting her own businesses. Her latest venture, which I have had the pleasure of helping her with is a fascinating project that blends science with, you've guessed it, humour. In short, she and her business partners, have come up with <a href="https://www.mrswordsmith.com/">Mrs Wordsmith</a> - an ingenious way to improve the vocabulary of primary school children. Mrs Wordsmith comes in the form of a beautifully produced monthly package that is delivered directly to your door. Inside are a series of placemats that have been lovingly designed with amusing narratives and inventive word games. And all the words and stories have been illustrated by the brilliant team of artists behind the <a href="http://www.dreamworksanimation.com/">DreamWorks</a> movies <i>Madagascar</i> and <i>Hotel Transylvania</i>. As one of the lead writers on the project, I've really enjoyed the collaborative process of working with the DreamWorks team. Sofia and her business partners, who include the neuroscientist <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/lesley-sand-phd-0851025?authType=NAME_SEARCH&authToken=sJbE&locale=en_US&trk=tyah&trkInfo=clickedVertical%3Amynetwork%2CclickedEntityId%3A15182309%2CauthType%3ANAME_SEARCH%2Cidx%3A1-1-1%2CtarId%3A1470602149115%2Ctas%3Alesley%20">Dr Lesley Sand</a>, understand the importance of humour when communicating to young kids. And it's why they approached DreamWorks in the first place. Sofia was very clear about this. "If the illustrations weren't going to be funny, the whole thing wasn't going to work," she told me when I had my first meeting with her. But she needn't worry on this score, as the illustrations are, as you'd expect, wonderfully irreverent and humorous.<br />
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The entire concept has in fact been based on masses of research into how young children learn a wider and richer vocabulary. And how a wide vocabulary at a young age will help children to confidently master all subjects at school including maths. Research has also shown that certain rich words that aren't on the primary school curriculum are usually learnt at home; particularly if families sit around the dinner table and engage in conversation. So Mrs Wordsmith employs placemats to be used at mealtimes in ten minute bursts every day. Repeating words in different contexts through the use of amusing illustrations and stories is, according to Dr Sand, the key to success. Instilling a love and understanding of words early on also develops a love for reading.<br />
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Surprisingly, there is no other paper based programme quite like it on the market. Kumon is the only other system out there. It's been around for years, but is very dry, humourless, and is based solely on learning by rote.<br />
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To date, the educational establishment have been raving about Mrs Wordsmith. It does precisely what every school wants every parent to do at home with their kids - but with minimum effort.<br />
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By being irreverent, amusing and mischievous, Mrs Wordsmith is certainly going to appeal to kids. And it'll only be a matter of time before it makes its mark. Indeed, in ten years from now, I suspect it will become a household name. Embrace humour wisely, and sooner or later you'll be laughing all the way to the bank.<br />
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Alex Pearl is author of <i><a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</a></i></div>
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Chutzpah, if you didn't already realize, is a Yiddish word that has found its way into the Oxford English Dictionary. The writer Leo Rosten defines it as a word meaning the ultimate in gall, brazen nerve and effrontery. And by way of definition, claims that it is the quality enshrined in a man who, having murdered his mother and father, throws himself on the mercy of the court because he is an orphan. As it happens, there is someone I have encountered who can claim to possess this trait in spades. Allow me to elaborate.</div>
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Many years ago when our kids were considerably shorter than us, we were faced with organising a 12th birthday party for our son. In the past we'd had the usual parties in the garden or in school halls and the like, but this particular year we'd thought we'd arrange a a cricket match for the boys as our son at that time was particularly keen on the game. The weather, however, conspired against us on the day and the cricket was going to be a non-starter. In retrospect, there can be fewer more regrettable situations to find oneself in than having 16 boisterous and highly excitable twelve-year-old male birthday guests on your hands with no birthday activities or venue for them to do them in.<br />
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My wife, ever resourceful, had a brainwave. "I know. I'll call Lee. Her son Julius is a member of the Magic Circle. We'll get him to do some magic tricks in the house; I'll sort out tea; and you can organize a quiz." Two hours later, 15-year-old Julius shows up with his box of tricks and sets up, while I attempt without much luck to interest our excitable guests in my history quiz. Tea consisting of sandwiches, endless packets of crisps, lots of fizzy drinks and, of course, the obligatory birthday cake, comes as a saving grace. I'm frankly exhausted by it all. But the energy levels of the assembled throng, having fed on copious quantities of fizzy drinks is now at an all-time high and one boy in particular by the name of Daniel takes a great deal of delight in winding up everyone around him.<br />
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By the time we let them onto our magician, things are at fever pitch. But thankfully, Julius has a certain way of handling his audience.<br />
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"Ok guys. Would you mind shutting up now please. I'm going to show you some pretty cool stuff. But if you don't shut up right now I'm not going to show you anything, Ok?" And with this, the crowd calms down and Julius launches into a pretty impressive magic trick involving a pencil and a deck of cards. The boys seem captivated. The tricks continue. Coins magically disappear and reappear in strange places; a £5 note is torn in half and is then restored to its former glory; interlinked metal rings are magically pulled apart. Everything seems to be going swimmingly, until, that is, Daniel can no longer contain himself. "That's rubbish. That's not magic," he declares raucously, and for a moment the spell over the boys is broken and there are giggles and guffaws. But before things get out of hand, Julius takes control of the situation. He quite literally leaps into his audience and gets Daniel in a stranglehold and then pins him up against our wall and twists his arm behind his back. "Ok. If I hear another peep out of you I'll break your arm. Do you hear?" Daniel goes white and doesn't say a word. Julius returns to his magic table and the show continues without a hitch.<br />
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His approach, though unconventional, is very effective. But I can't help feeling responsible for Daniel and become very concerned that his parents might want to sue us for any physical and emotional harm to their son. So once all the kids have finally dispersed with their party bags and the detritus created by 16 small people is shovelled into several black bin liners, I get onto the phone to Daniel's mother. I spend what feels like several minutes apologising for the unfortunate incident involving strangleholds and bent arms and express my hope that Daniel wasn't traumatised. "Oh don't worry about that Mr Pearl. We're used to it. It's always happening to Daniel. Thank you for the party." I put the phone down with a certain relief.<br />
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I have since learnt that Julius went on to perfect his magic while doing his A levels. On one occasion at school, he apparently tore up his homework in front of his teacher and then made it magically reappear in one piece on the teacher's desk.<br />
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Now, while at university his magic has reached new heights. <a href="http://www.juliusmagic.com/">Julius Dein </a>has performed for Google, Nelson Mandela, Arsenal FC, and several prestigious events attended by the likes of Russel Brand, Simon Cowell, Alan Sugar and Stephen Hawking, to name just a few.<br />
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His mother is desperately worried that he won't achieve his degree in politics with all his extra curricular activities. But if I were her, I wouldn't worry. This young man will obviously stop at nothing to hold the undivided attention of his audience, and seems destined for great things. And though he no longer resorts to strangleholds, the chutzpah is certainly in evidence. You can take a look at some of his antics <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHWOM2K4MLo">here</a>.<br />
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Alex Pearl is author of <a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</a><br />
<br />Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-58923659350169199562016-04-20T12:43:00.000-07:002018-03-03T00:02:03.458-08:00The day Sir Robin Day cut my hair<br />
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At the age of around six I very clearly remember being taken to <i>The Savoy Saloon</i> barber's shop in the Cranbrook Road, Gants Hill by my mother and having my hair cut by none other than <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Day">Sir Robin Day</a>. You remember him don't you? He was the darling of political interviews, used to chair Question Time in the days before <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Dimbleby" target="_blank">David Dimbleby</a>, and would always sport a bow tie. It took some considerable time for me to work out that the chap in question who never did utter anything particularly witty or ask any probing questions regarding the government's economic policy while snipping away with his scissors, wasn't actually the real McCoy moonlighting in a barber's shop in the suburban backwaters of Essex. He did, however, sport a bow tie and could easily have passed for Mr Day's younger brother. This said, that feeling of being in awe and dumbstruck is one I still feel whenever inadvertently rubbing shoulders with someone who not only looks like someone we all know, but actually is that very same person.<br />
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Wilson eyed up Nigel and smiled. "I'm feeling much better thank you very much. In fact, I'm just back from giving a talk in America." Nigel, ever the courteous listener enquired how it had gone down. Wilson sensing he had a bit of an audience, turned to all of us and explained that it had all gone down rather well. "But then, it was America," he added with a twinkle in his eye. "I could have said anything and they'd have still given me a standing ovation." And with that, he shuffled off with his wife to a table at the back of the restaurant. He passed away a couple of years later and I remember all the tributes and obituaries, few of which highlighted his obvious sense of mischief. If I'm correct, when standing down as leader and making way for Jim Callaghan, he was asked by a BBC reporter why he'd decided to stand down. "I'm making way for an older man," he quipped and stepped into his parked limousine. Jim Callaghan was indeed the older man.<br />
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<a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c5/John_Bercow_Senate_of_Poland_01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="John_Bercow_Senate_of_Poland_01.JPG (1426×1405)" border="0" height="197" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c5/John_Bercow_Senate_of_Poland_01.JPG" width="200" /></a>Very recently my brother and I visited our mum at her care home in North London and on entering the communal living area, we both quite literally bumped into Mr <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Bercow">John Bercow</a>, the Speaker of the House of Commons. He was apparently settling his own mum into the home, and was very keen to hear how our mum was finding it. We ended up chatting to him at length. He's very charming, personable and down to earth.<br />
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<a href="http://www.petersfraserdunlop.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/rev-richard-coles-emailed1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="rev-richard-coles-emailed1.jpeg (577×665)" border="0" src="http://www.petersfraserdunlop.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/rev-richard-coles-emailed1.jpeg" height="200" width="173" /></a>Most recently, I have found myself sitting very close, by chance, to the lovely <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Coles">Reverend Richard Coles</a> (the UK's funniest man of the cloth, surely). In fact, rather spookily this has happened to me twice. The first time was while travelling on the London Underground (Piccadilly line this time). He sat next to me but I didn't know it was him until he started humming to himself while reading a leaflet designed for the 'Memorial Service for Sir John Tavener.' He was no doubt humming one of the late maestro's compositions. I couldn't tell as the underground train was making too much noise, and I didn't like to ask. No more than a couple of months later, I was in the bar of the Holiday Inn in Regent's Park with a friend, and on leaving, Coles arrived with a friend and sat at the table we had just vacated.<br />
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Sadly, I've yet to have my hair cut by one of the media's national treasures. But one can, I suppose, live in hope.<br />
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Alex Pearl is author of <i><a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">Sleeping with the Blackbirds </a></i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhdhdtQumJF-mvzPzSunuNTEODqf1wD4nBvcDW1wHwl-f_i8WJCxk9byE5xLUJaBHwe_1Gx-q6KBuris81P0me04vSm6oczK0QgQ2RF_jTalkjhESxy5r75PszGOKKv14AL0wYnfudbWr/s1600/russia_2744410b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhdhdtQumJF-mvzPzSunuNTEODqf1wD4nBvcDW1wHwl-f_i8WJCxk9byE5xLUJaBHwe_1Gx-q6KBuris81P0me04vSm6oczK0QgQ2RF_jTalkjhESxy5r75PszGOKKv14AL0wYnfudbWr/s400/russia_2744410b.jpg" width="400" /></a>On the surface there is little that Grigori Rasputin, the so-called <i>Mad Monk</i> shares in common with the Russian dissident Alexander Litvinenko. Until, that is, you consider the manner of their deaths.<br />
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They were both regarded with considerable disdain by the powers that be.<br />
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Rasputin had managed to gain the friendship of Nicholas ll (the last Tsar of Russia)<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14.9333px;"> </span>and, more importantly, the tsarina Alexandra by apparently healing their son, Alexei Nikolaevich (the heir to the Russian kingdom) from the traumatic effects of hemophilia. This said, his presence in the Royal Court and his influence were a cause of much embarrassment to the ruling class of St Petersburg and senior officials. After all, Rasputin was nothing more than a peasant with foul, uncouth ways. He was soon to become synonymous with power, debauchery and lust - and the increasing unpopularity of the imperial couple. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qpvmvDotEeDemKKxKa2FYNHMnjOQC_YAVc-IHrCa_M2TpmetzJzBjaarC9IlG3izWIIN10dX2KDcX9hN_3_MBTFgwSIGsJDxt8KvedGDG1bHTZpF-KrnKTnASlytscWKYRejd9ALALZc/s1600/Rasputin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qpvmvDotEeDemKKxKa2FYNHMnjOQC_YAVc-IHrCa_M2TpmetzJzBjaarC9IlG3izWIIN10dX2KDcX9hN_3_MBTFgwSIGsJDxt8KvedGDG1bHTZpF-KrnKTnASlytscWKYRejd9ALALZc/s1600/Rasputin.jpg" /></a>Over 100 years later, Alexander Litvinenko, the former Russian KGB officer who fled Russia to escape prosecution for his outspoken accusations against both president Vladimir Putin and the Russian secret services, was granted asylum here in the UK. He was clearly viewed as a dangerous traitor by the Russian authorities.<br />
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Both figures were seen to pose a threat to the powers of the state, albeit in wholly different ways. Both became the prime targets of very wealthy assassins. In the case of Rasputin, Prince Felix Yusupov, and in Litvinenko's<br />
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So here we have two very different men; both vilified in equal measure by the Russian authorities; and both the subsequent targets of poisoning plots that initially didn't work. A case of history repeating itself perhaps?<br />
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Alex Pearl is author of <i><a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</a></i>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-29002617329080560402015-12-24T07:07:00.000-08:002016-04-20T06:37:15.692-07:00My scrape with the Serious Fraud Office<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNcT8RSbO5d8jtaU2_y2cDmOFy08mQx-KTKSUscIL9wLJ2FcrxR-jjwxfSCK4hlCWwBilaqpwayq9lVk2wIau46c7AtZFRUsAB0kCQb8GJCUu5iAfAgRiaXqad0FySQDIToCqgsbLuygM/s1600/sfo.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNcT8RSbO5d8jtaU2_y2cDmOFy08mQx-KTKSUscIL9wLJ2FcrxR-jjwxfSCK4hlCWwBilaqpwayq9lVk2wIau46c7AtZFRUsAB0kCQb8GJCUu5iAfAgRiaXqad0FySQDIToCqgsbLuygM/s320/sfo.png" width="320" /></a>I haven't picked up a paintbrush for many years, but there was a time when I used to have occasional exhibitions of large abstract works on glass, which I used to produce fairly prolifically. I'm not entirely clear (no pun intended) as to why I chose to paint on glass. But having experimented with the medium and various paints including household gloss, which I wouldn't recommend, I discovered a water based pigment that actually worked rather well and was easy to handle and manipulate on a glass canvas.<br />
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I shan't bore you with any more details about the paintings themselves other than to recount an incident, which I had completely forgotten about, but could easily have formed the basis for one of Franz Kafka's short stories. If memory serves me right, it all started when I had my very first exhibition at the magnificent Burgh House, a Grade I-listed pile situated in the heart of Hampstead.<br />
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In retrospect, the show was probably one of my most successful in terms of sales and publicity. And during the private view, a tall and gaunt figure sidled up to me early on. He looked and sounded just like the fraudster by the name of Lord Melbury who once appeared in Fawlty Towers . "I rather like this piece, old boy," he remarked while gesticulating at one of the very few pieces that had employed household gloss. "Reminds me of the London Underground map," he added with a wry smile. The piece in question was very large, and was a little like an early Jackson Pollock on a white ground. The London Underground would have been one of the last things I'd have likened it to, but I wasn't complaining as this distinctly eccentric character pulled a cheque book from his top pocket and proceeded to write me a cheque. "I don't suppose you could deliver it to my office could you, old boy?" he asked. I was more than happy to oblige and enquired where that might be. "Oh, it's very central. I'm at the Serious Fraud Office."<br />
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I later offered to give him and his other half a lift home to their flat in Highgate. On dropping them off, he turned and poked his head back in the car. "Do come in for coffee old boy. I have something I'd like to show you." Thinking this might be a collection of Jackson Pollocks or maps of international underground networks, I turned off the engine and followed them in. On taking my seat, he presented me with a polished walnut box and removed the lid. Inside was some kind of shotgun or rifle broken down into several parts. I was a little nonplussed, downed my coffee and took my leave.<br />
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A couple of weeks later I found myself delivering the painting to the Serious Fraud office on a Saturday. He showed me to his office in this rabbit warren of a building and I proceeded to hammer hooks into a distinctly flimsy partition wall to hang the painting. This completed, the call of nature took hold and I desperately needed to find a gents. What I hadn't quite realised was that the Serious Fraud Office is the last place on earth one should go exploring as certain areas are no go zones that house highly sensitive, confidential files. I was to discover this at my peril as on opening a pair of large double doors, I inadvertently set off alarm bells that quite literally reverberated around the entire building and within seconds several security guards were on the scene. So I had to explain that I wasn't in search of private paperwork so much as a public convenience. It was, I hasten to add, not one's finest moment.<br />
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The story doesn't end here though. Some years later I was informed by an acquaintance that the tall eccentric chap who had bought my painting had disappeared off the face of the earth and was wanted by the Metropolitan Police. "What on earth for?" I enquired.<br />
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"Fraud apparently. I trust that cheque he paid you didn't bounce," he quipped. Strangely enough, it hadn't.<br />
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Alex Pearl is author of <i><a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</a></i>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-79157916698914371122015-11-21T09:44:00.001-08:002018-04-30T09:15:26.346-07:00The trials and tribulations of making a short film<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There I was in the bar of the Holiday Inn in Welbeck Street with my old partner in crime, <a href="http://johnmacphotography.com/">John Mac</a> (whose grandfather was the subject of one of my earlier posts - '<a href="http://rhubarbrabbit.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/bit-of-ladies-man.html">Bit of a Ladies' Man'</a>), when the subject turned to my children's book (<a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</a>), which I'd written some little while back.<br />
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John has boundless energy and is always looking to get involved in interesting projects, and it was his suggestion that I try and market the thing. I should explain here that the book was originally written for my kids and published by Penpress to raise money for the homeless charity Centrepoint. But following the publication and the drafting of a commercial participation agreement that released me from any tax liabilities, my wife became seriously ill and the book was put on the back burner and received precious little in the way of marketing.<br />
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As it happens, I had already written a script to promote the book that had featured a letter written by the tale's protagonist, 11-year-old schoolboy, Roy Nuttersley that appears at the beginning of the book. As an ungainly young boy who's being tormented by bullies, Roy writes to Amnesty International (only he refers to the charity as Amnesia International) pleading for their help.<br />
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I shared my script with John who loved the intrigue of it, but wasn't entirely convinced by all my visual thoughts, which were pretty static. "We just need something more visually dynamic," he said while scratching the top of his head.<br />
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In the letter narrated by Roy, we learn that his tormentor, Harry Hodges is the son of a criminal who is in prison, and it was this section of the script that excited John. "We have to find a prison to film in mate. Then we can move away from beautifully lit domestic still lifes and into atmospheric interiors with eery sound effects." I could see exactly where he was coming from and nodded in agreement. This was to be John's first valuable contribution.<br />
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His next visual idea concerned the very last scene in which Roy talks about offering his services free of charge for any future publicity. My original visual was a simple newspaper headline taken from the book. But John hated it - quite rightly. I didn't much care for it myself. He gave me one of his funny looks and I could tell he was deep in thought. "Look. It has to end with a dramatic crescendo - a flourish. I know... we can have a load of paparazzi shot against a black background firing off flashes in quick succession followed by a dramatic shot of a newspaper falling onto paving stones in slow motion." The thing with John is that he makes it all seem so easy. But he hadn't quite finished. "And to finish the whole thing, why don't we have a flock of animated blackbirds flying across the screen, forming a black background out of which we could reverse out some nice reviews?"<br />
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Most conversations of this nature would probably have just ended here. After all, the logistics of producing a short film like this to John's exacting standards would require a huge effort. But as with everything John throws himself into, he doesn't just do ideas; he carries them through. Within a couple of days he had produced an exquisite black and white storyboard that he had photographed himself and had arranged a meeting with his contacts at <a href="http://www.hogarthww.com/">Hogarth Worldwide</a> - London's premier post-production house. Needless to say, they loved it and were keen to produce it.<br />
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From this moment onwards the project began to take on a life of its own.<br />
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I found myself playing the roles of location scout, stylist and casting director, all rolled into one.<br />
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First off, we had to find the right voice for our eleven-year-old protagonist Roy Nuttersley. So at John's suggestion I ran an ad on the website Star Now, and set up an audition in the bar area of the Regents Park Holiday Inn. This is a perfect space for voice auditions as it's large, quiet and free. Ten parents answered the ad on behalf of their 11-year-old sons, along with one chap of 40 who was keen to audition for the part himself. Needless to say, we politely declined his offer but arranged to audition all the other candidates. We were very fortunate to have so many young actors to choose from, and by mid-day, we had pencilled two possible candidates, but following lunch this changed with the arrival of Jacob Tofts. His mother deliberately sat at another table so as not to distract her son, and Jacob took a quick look at the script and then proceeded to read it with such natural expression and feeling that John and I knew immediately that our quest was over. We'd found Roy Nuttersley. The following week we arranged to record Jacob at one of Hogarth's lovely sound studios. Jacob is not only very talented, but also utterly charming and personable. I have no doubt that this young lad has a very bright future ahead of him.<br />
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Finding a prison to film in isn't one of life's easiest tasks. John's initial idea was to use the prison set at Wimbledon Film Studios - the very same set that had been used by TV productions like The Bill. But we soon discovered that the studios had gone into liquidation in 2014 and that the film set had been torn down. So I looked into finding decommissioned prisons that one could hire out. But the trouble here was that these looked too modern for a suburban fantasy, were miles outside London and were also prohibitively expensive to hire. Most locations charge for the day; we only needed to film for a couple of hours. So it was with enormous relief that I stumbled upon Oxford Castle Unlocked, the 1,000 year old site that comprises various historic edifices including a crypt, and yes, a prison - or to be more precise, Prison D-Wing. The gaol was built in the 1800s and remained in use as a high security prison until 1996, and the whole site is now run as a museum. I was on the blower right away and discovered that we could film for an hour before the place opened to the general public. With these facts quickly established it was time to arrange our first recce.<br />
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As we thought, the prison with its corridors, creaky gates and Dickensian cells was absolutely perfect for our purposes. The only problem was that John was going to need a minimum of two hours to set up and shoot at least four sequences, so he took the manager aside and suggested we double the fee if the museum could double the filming time by opening up 2 hours earlier. It worked, and two weeks later we were back, this time with camera, lenses, lighting equipment and a fully kitted out prison guard in the form of one Philip Francis. Phil does a lot of film extra work and looked the part in his prison guard's uniform, which I had managed to secure from Foxtrot costumiers and ebay. While John positioned his camera and lighting for the first shot Phil told me about his previous jobs. Among other things he'd been a gardener and had lovingly tended the late Douglas Adams's garden.<br />
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With the central section of the film in the can, we now had to find props and a studio for all the other scenes. My first port of call would be <a href="http://www.prophire-backdrophire.com/">The Stockyard </a>in the less than salubrious NW10; an extraordinary Aladdin's Cave of a place. Whatever you need for your film production, you'll find it here, whether it's great big Grecian columns, Norman arches, statues, water mills, petrol pumps, bus stations - you name it. With the constant stream of vast articulated lorries coming and going and carrying off enormous quantities of props for some far-flung multi-million pound productions, I felt something of a fraud. After all, all I needed was a couple of antique book shelves, some old books and a few fake rubber flagstones. The lovely Reg who's been part of the place man and boy helped us find everything we needed and arranged for a couple of strapping lads to put it all in the back of my old jalopy of a car. Then I had to spend the best part of a week tracking down all our other props - everything from flooring and tablecloths to camping stoves, teddy bears and kettles - all of which had to look right in camera in black and white. This entailed trawling the internet where possible, but more often than not, traipsing round fabric suppliers, DIY warehouses and specialist shops.<br />
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The studio we chose to use was <a href="http://www.photofusion.org/">Photofusion</a> in Brixton. It's a good space, and being Brixton, doesn't charge West End prices. It took John three full days to shoot most of our set-ups here, including the paparazzi, one of whom was yours truly minus spectacles.<br />
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The opening shot of the clock was shot in John's living room, and the final setup of the stack of newspapers falling onto the paving slabs was filmed in my garden at night. For authenticity, I mocked up the front page of the fictitious Echo that appears in the book and even went as far as setting the type for the editorial. John was keen to create a rain machine for this scene to add atmosphere, but as luck would have it, the heavens opened for real. This, however, was very bad news indeed, and caused John to swear and curse profusely, as it meant he'd be unable to use his very expensive tungsten lighting, which would be open to the elements. The alternative was battery operated LED lighting, which was fine until John realised that he'd need some 'fill-in light' to highlight the side of the newspaper stack. After much further swearing and cursing I offered my mobile phone, which has a powerful LED torch. Surprisingly, it worked beautifully. While my son helped operate the Heath Robinson rain machine, I had the unenviable task of dropping the stack of newspapers onto the fake paving stones while being rained on by the rain machine as well as the real thing. I think we did about 30 takes, and my son had a lot of fun soaking his old man in the process.<br />
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With everything filmed, it was back to Hogarth to talk about music and sound effects. From my own experience of making commercials, music can often be something of a sticking point, but in this event, we got lucky from the outset. Andy the brilliant young sound engineer at Hogarth played us two tracks that he thought had the right feel. The first one was very good, but the second was absolutely perfect, and John very cleverly suggested building a ticking clock into the rhythm section to tie in with our opening scene.<br />
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A couple of days later, we were invited by Vee, Hogarth's senior editor to come and have a look at the first rough cut. Seeing this on the big screen for the first time was quite something, and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It worked really well, and little Jacob's voice sang out as clear as a bell, while both music and sound effects added just the right level of atmosphere and intrigue.<br />
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The animated blackbirds sequence was the last piece of the jigsaw, and as John rightly said when he had the idea in the first place, it would be "a beautiful and memorable way to finish the film."<br />
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It's mind-boggling how much work goes into producing a two minute film. But you know instinctively when it gives you goosebumps after the first viewing that you've done something right, and that all that hard work had been worth it.<br />
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View the film here:<br />
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Take a look at the website and hear Nigel Havers read an introduction and some extracts <a href="http://sleepingwiththeblackbirds.co.uk/">here</a>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Malla what, mate?" would no doubt be the response from your average spotty teenager should you attempt to engage him in a conversation about malapropisms. Admittedly it's not one of the most attractive words in the English dictionary; and not one that does justice to such a comic slip of the tongue.</span><br />
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It just so happens that over the years I've heard my fair share of malapropisms, and I have to say that they nearly always make me smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My grandmother was something of a dab-hand in this department. She would inadvertently produce some absolute corkers on a whim, but the only ones I can recall now were those she'd use on a fairly regular basis. I can hear her now saying that she had had a particularly good night and had "slept like a toff." I'm not entirely sure how your average toff snoozes, but it used to conjure up all kinds of weird and wonderful images in my young head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">On having her small garden paved with crazy paving (as was the fashion back in the early 70s), she would proudly open her kitchen door and invite her guests to admire her "crazy pavement."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I also had an uncle who was a prolific exponent of the art. One of his most memorable verbal slips has gone down in family lore. For all the years I had known him, this particular uncle had always sported a t<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">oupée, and on one occasion was asked by an inquisitive work colleague how he managed to keep his hair piece in place. "Oh, it's very easy really," came my uncle's confident response, "I have a special fixative which I simply apply to my foreskin." I imagine that must have brought a few tears to his eyes.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Then, of course, there are those deliberately contrived malapropisms. Lillian Jacobs, my parents' manic and highly eccentric neighbour should have been a professional stand-up comedian. She would deliberately and quite brilliantly construct her sentences with wonderfully ludicrous malopropisms and deliver them in an absurdly comic falsetto voice. I can almost hear her now: "Annette, I can't tell you how moved I was. I was overcome with emulsion." Like some of our most gifted comedians, she was also completely bonkers - harbouring a genuine and totally irrational fear of thunderstorms. At the merest hint of an impending storm, she would knock on our door and hide in our broom cupboard until the storm had passed; at which point we'd have to knock on the cupboard door to give her the all-clear.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #252525; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22px;">In the 80s I was very fortunate to work for an advertising agency whose Creative Director was the verbally dexterous Ken Mullen. As the only advertising copywriter to be quoted in the Penguin Book of Modern Quotations, Ken is a master at creating ingenious </span><span style="line-height: 22px;">malapropisms. On one occasion he described a rather verbose senior member of staff who was occasionally hired by the glitterati as an interior decorator, as the agency's "internal defecator." And on suffering a torturous meeting with two clients who weren't perhaps the sharpest knives in the drawer, he later described the experience as "stalling between two fools."*</span></span><br />
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These days, all forms of communication seem not only to be governed by the rules of political correctness, but also by a total aversion to any form of negative sentiment.<br />
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Only a few days ago, a junior account handler came back from a client meeting with a request to remove the word 'but' from some copy I'd written, on the grounds that this was too negative a word. If one were to follow this strange form of logic through to its conclusion, I suspect you'd have to lose an awful lot of words from the English dictionary.<br />
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As a copywriter, I am staggered and pretty irritated by this fear of the negative. After all, some of the finest and most memorable ads ever written have conveyed negative messages. Can no-one remember those wonderful ads for Albany Life that graced our newspapers back in the day? Headlines like: 'Are you making plans for your wife's death?' And: 'Answer these ten questions<br />
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and work out the date of your own death.'<br />
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Then, of course, let's not forget the famous pregnant man created by Saatchi & Saatchi that carried the less than positive headline: 'Would you be more careful if it was you that got pregnant?'<br />
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Negativity can, of course, also be charming and witty. Parker pens ran a lovely ad penned by Tony Brignull that encouraged the reader to: 'Rediscover the lost art of the insult.' The long copy cited examples of very witty insults and put-downs, and encouraged the reader to let rip with a Parker fountain pen. Besides being a joy to read, it sold a lot of pens.<br />
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But perhaps the most negative yet remarkably successful and cost-effective adverts ever penned in the history of advertising were written back in the 60s, not by a copywriter, but by the client himself.<br />
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Roy Brooks was an estate agent in the fashionable Kings Road, Chelsea. He was, by all accounts, a sardonic individual with a sharp tongue and a very distinct way with words. And he clearly loathed the kind of disingenuous classified ads that plastered the property pages. So to put matters straight and to stand out from the crowd, he penned his own classified ads. To give you a flavour of the kind of thing he'd bash out on his typewriter, here's one he wrote for a property in Pimlico:<br />
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<i>Wanted: someone with taste, means and a stomach strong enough to buy this erstwhile house of ill-repute in Pimlico. It is untouched by the 20th century as far as conveniences for even the basic human decencies are concerned. Although it reeks of damp or worse, the plaster is coming off the walls and daylight peeps through a hole in the roof, it is still habitable judging by the bed of rags, fag ends and empty bottles in one corner. Plenty of scope for the socially aspiring to express their decorative taste and get their abode in The Glossy, and nothing to stop them putting Westminster on their notepaper. Comprises 10 rather unpleasant rooms with slimy back yard, 4,650 Freehold. Tarted up, these houses make 15,000.</i><br />
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Besides being brutally frank, and not unamusing, the ad feels honest and undoubtedly appeals to that universal, deep-seated human instinct we all share of wanting to track down that elusive bargain.<br />
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The ad below is another wonderful example. I particularly like: '3 normal-sized bedrooms & a 4th for an undemanding dwarf lodger.' And: 'Nature has fought back in the garden - & won.'<br />
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So incredibly effective were Roy Brooks' classified ads that in time, even people like my father, who had no interest whatsoever in buying property, would turn to the property section of the Sunday Times just to read Roy's latest offering.<br />
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Roy Brooks himself became a multi-millionaire on the back of his successful classified ad campaign, and though he died over 30 years ago, his company still runs to this day. But alas, the property ads that appear on the comany's website are the run-of-the-mill variety, laden with the customary superlatives, and not a single negative adjective in sight. Enough to make poor Roy Brooks turn in his grave no doubt.<br />
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<span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14px;">Alex Pearl is author of </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sleeping-Blackbirds-Alex-Pearl/dp/1780030134"><span style="color: #888888;">Sleeping with the Blackbirds</span></a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chair-Man-Alex-Pearl-ebook/dp/B082T5P1Y2/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=" target="_blank">The Chair Man</a></i>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-68491275641452564222014-10-14T13:30:00.001-07:002015-04-05T03:07:15.623-07:00The homeless commercial that's yet to find a home<br />
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Just over a year ago my old friend <a href="http://johnmacphotography.com/">John Mac</a> (who featured in my last piece) called me at home in a state of excitement. "Alex, can we meet up? I'd like to run an idea past you." John is a professional advertising photographer and is without doubt one of the most energetic and impulsive people I've ever known. He's also incredibly talented both artistically and technically when it comes to producing beautifully lit shots for some of the world's most iconic brands.<br />
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We met in one of Soho's many watering holes and here he explained that he wanted to shoot a commercial to raise awareness of the homeless in the UK, and donate the finished film to any homeless charity in the UK that wanted to use it. He had recently been given a professional video camera to look after and was keen to put it through its paces.<br />
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"I have this idea in my head of a beautifully lit black and white film noir piece shot in the style of an early <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_Polanski">Roman Polanski</a>. We see an attractive girl running away, and we can hear her terrified thoughts. But we can't understand a word she's saying because she's foreign. And that's the point. We all think we know what homeless people look like. But we don't have the faintest idea." He looked me in the eye. "I think there's something in it. What do you reckon?"<br />
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I liked the intriguing nature of the idea, but knew that it would rely entirely on the power of a superimposed copyline that could encapsulate the idea and make sense of this otherwise incomprehensible piece of drama, and I said as much.<br />
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"Couldn't agree more, mate. That's the reason I wanted to get you involved." John finished his pint. "Don't suppose you could write us a line could you, and some dialogue? I'd like to do a casting next week. All being well."<br />
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It's not the conventional way one would normally approach such a project. Usually there'd be an official briefing with an account director and planner; there'd be a written brief; an agreed marketing strategy and a creative proposition to reflect the strategy. But John had come up with his own strategy and creative proposition in one fell swoop. And it went something like this: tell people that homelessness can affect anyone, and challenge pre-conceived ideas about the kinds of people who become homeless through no fault of their own.<br />
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As far as I was concerned, it was a reasonable proposition. And in John's hands I knew that it would be a compelling piece of film. So I slept on it and penned a line in the morning.<br />
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Casting took place the following week at the <a href="https://www.firmdalehotels.com/hotels/london/the-soho-hotel/">Soho Hotel</a>, and John was keen for me to attend. He had been through a list of drama school students who were fluent in at least one other language and had selected a handful for the part. Following that one casting there was only one he felt could do the piece justice. But even then he wasn't 100% convinced. And then, as is so often the case when working with John, he had a piece of good luck. One of his make-up artists from Paris called him to say that her best friend, the young French actress, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0261881/">Sarah-Laure Estragnat </a>was in town. John isn't one to miss an opportunity. Within a couple of days he'd arranged a meeting in Maida Vale, and with a digital recorder in hand we did a few test readings. She was brilliant and didn't need any directing.<br />
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John spent the next few days doing a recce. Locations would revolve around Woolwich tunnel, Borough market and Waterloo. Sarah-Laure would return to London in two weeks and shooting would take place over two evenings from around 8.00pm to 2.00am. All he needed was a small crew to help with lighting and a make-up artist. (As it turned out this wasn't to be Sarah-Laure's Parisian friend but John's long-standing make-up lady, <a href="http://www.amsimak.com/">Anne-Marie Simak</a>.)<br />
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I attended the second night of shooting around Borough market. It was fascinating to see John at work on a film, frenetically waving directions to his actor and lighting men. The locations he had selected were particularly atmospheric, especially in black and white. And shooting each scene from different angles was fairly intense. Sarah-Laure was incredibly professional, following every instruction to the letter. Some scenes would be shot umpteen times, and it was distinctly chilly. This was November after all.<br />
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At one point, a young couple canoodling in an archway had inadvertently found themselves in one of John's immaculately framed scenes, and he wasn't too happy about it, so he prized himself away from his camera and stormed over to the offending couple. "I'm sorry, but can I ask you to do that somewhere else? We're filming." The couple looked a little startled, giggled and shuffled off in search of another dark corner away from prying eyes. John came back to his camera beaming and chuckling to himself. "Nice night for it." And that was about the only short break in the proceedings.<br />
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I took my leave of them at around midnight. It was exhausting just watching all this nervous energy.<br />
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A couple of days later John sent me his rough cut. To my eyes it looked perfect, with each short set-up flowing seamlessly into the next. And, of course, the lighting had John's inimitable fingerprints all over it. Final editing, grading and dubbing were completed by Vee Pinot, Matthew Lee-Redman and Zak Kurtha over at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hogarth_Worldwide">Hogarth Post-Production.</a><br />
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The upshot is that this commercial received a great deal of praise from a number of senior figures from various national charities. One in particular (which will remain nameless) loved it, but was unable to screen it for certain "political reasons" which it wasn't prepared to divulge. And as we speak, no other homeless charity has wanted to make use of this free commercial, which John had kindly produced as a favour.<br />
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In a recession, it's rather bizarre that charities are happy to employ designers and advertising agencies for which they have significant budgets; and yet turn away free advertising when it comes their way. A case of charities turning their noses up at charity perhaps?<br />
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There's something captivating about digging up the past, and I suppose it explains why the TV series <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b007t575">'Who Do You Think You Are?'</a> has proved to be such a hit. It's human nature, after all, to be curious about our forebears; to know who they were, how they made their way through life, and perhaps most importantly, if they shared some of our own human traits and foibles.<br />
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In my own case, digging very deep is particularly difficult, since both my paternal and maternal lineages stretch back to Russia at the turn of the century, and most records were destroyed in the upheaval of the Bolshevik revolution and the overthrow of czarist rule.<br />
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It's a shame, because there are fragments of a shattered past that are intriguing to say the least.<br />
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My father's grandparents owned orchards and were inn keepers in or near Vilna, and by all accounts had a relatively comfortable life, until, that is, the Pogroms swept the country. As Jews, their lives would have been thrown into turmoil and in a desperate attempt to escape the violence they, like so many others in the same predicament, fled, leaving everything behind. In doing so they boarded a ship which they mistakenly believed to be bound for New York, but was actually destined for Liverpool.<br />
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Today one of my cousins has a handful of sepia prints of our forebears in Russia. Draped in sartorial, silk robes and sporting long, distinguished beards, they peer out of their brown tinged world; a world that was not to last.<br />
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I remember my late father talking about his own father recounting his childhood: "Father had a happy childhood," he used to say, "and would often fondly reminisce in old age how much he had enjoyed playing in his parents' orchards as a boy."<br />
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Of my mother's Russian lineage, I know next to nothing, other than the fact that one of her grandparents was both deaf and dumb and had settled in Whitechapel. The mind boggles.<br />
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Some months ago the subject of genealogy surfaced while sitting in a Turkish bistro in Soho with my old mate <a href="http://johnmacphotography.com/">John Mac</a>. John, a photographer by trade, began to tell me about his own grandfather who died before he was born, but whose wife he knew well and remembers fondly as 'nan.'<br />
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"He was a hugely successful artist, and a bit of a character," confides John while tucking into his shish kebab. This was the first time John had ever mentioned his grandfather, and I was all-ears.<br />
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Alastair Kenneth Macdonald, better known in his day as the artist and illustrator, <a href="http://www.ilnprints.co.uk/index.php?manufacturers_id=37">A K Macdonald</a>, <br />
was the son of an eminent doctor who had worked with Lord Lister - the man who brought us antiseptic surgery. Macdonald's Spanish mother tragically died shortly after giving birth to him, and the family moved to the ancestral home on the Isle of Skye. Here the young Macdonald and his brother explored the wild landscapes of Skye and would eventually be packed off to school in Edinburgh. The boys' grandfather was a man of considerable means having established his own civil engineering firm during the height of the Industrial Revolution. But after his schooling, the family's fortunes collapsed and the young Macdonald took up an apprenticeship with an architect in Glasgow on account of his keen interest in sketching. The appointment wasn't to last as the boy preferred drawing from life, and felt stifled by drawing buildings. So he sought training at the Glasgow School of Art, but in fact left after just six weeks. He subsequently showed some of his sketches to the Editor of the Glasgow Evening News, Neil Munro who immediately saw the lad's talent and gave him his first commissions there and then. From then on, there was no looking back. The commissions began to roll in. During this period, Macdonald was to meet the actor George Hawtree who was appearing in a Midsummer Night's Dream in Glasgow. The actor was so taken with a piece Macdonald had produced for the production that he promised to introduce him to a London editor. He was as good as his word, and weeks later, the young lad found himself on the staff of The Longbow, a noted London periodical. His work got noticed immediately and it wasn't long before he'd be producing work for some of London's most prestigious publications including <a href="http://www.tatler.com/">The Tatler</a>, The Bystander and The Sketch.<br />
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"So when you say your grandfather was a bit of a character, do you want to elaborate?" I ask John quizzically. "Well, he was obviously a man of great charm as well as talent. And he was clearly attracted by the opposite sex," John manages between mouthfuls of chicken. "He was surrounded by all these lovely young things. That's all he ever seemed to draw. He drew them beautifully, of course."<br />
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Indeed, it does seem to be the case that a great deal of his illustrations are of diaphanous young ladies in various states of undress, though these are always charmingly rendered, and never suggestive or vulgar. And his line work is extraordinarily fluid and precise. You can see from his work why he was in such demand, and it's remarkable that he was able to produce these drawings with no formal art training to speak of.<br />
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With the outbreak of the First World War, Macdonald enlisted in the London Scottish and found himself in the trenches in France, and within three months was invalided out, returning later as an officer with the Gordon Highlanders. He didn't stop sketching, however, and his frivolous young ladies would adorn the walls of his mess and draw the admiration of one particular Colonel.<br />
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Following the war, his work continued apace. And by 1924, Alastair Macdonald, now a married man with a daughter of his own, was to meet a distant relative, the illustrator <a href="http://petrascupboard.weebly.com/alice-helena-watson">Alice Helena Watson</a> who shared the same agent, Francis & Mills. He offered her the opportunity to come and work with him in his studio. In normal circumstances it would not have been deemed proper for a married man to make such a proposition, but Macdonald was family, after all and Alice's mother could see no harm in it. Inevitably, a relationship developed, Macdonald's marriage fell apart and the two eventually married in 1926. She was 20 and he was 45.<br />
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The alimony of £8.00 a week was initially something of a financial burden, but as the two took on work together and finished each others drawings, their finances improved steadily, and by the time they were parenting two sons in 1928, things were certainly looking up. In 1931 they moved to the affluent and leafy neighbourhood of St John's Wood, occupying number 16 St John's Wood Park, a large imposing property that had previously been the magnificent home of the best-selling author, Ellen Wood - better known as 'Mrs Henry Wood.' While Alice took on numerous commissions to illustrate children's books by such authors as Compton McKenzie, Margaret Lodge, A. S. M Hutchinson and her own sister, the author, Effie Watson who wrote under the pseudonym Dale Maniford, her husband's work continued to grace the pages of high society journals.<br />
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That misfortune marked a turning point in Macdonald's career. Magazines increasingly turned to photography and many that had employed his talents either changed in character or disappeared altogether. "There are," says John, "many parallels between his industry and mine. Look at the way digital technology has affected the world of photography, film making and retouching. If you can't embrace the changes, you tend to get left behind."<br />
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Alice, by contrast, found that more and more children's books wanted her work, so she had to work twice as hard to compensate for her husband's lack of work.<br />
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By the time the Second World War had broken out, the shortage of paper had dealt Macdonald's business a fatal blow, and his work dried up. To add insult to injury, their home was bombed in 1940, and the couple moved to number 24 Church Row, Hampstead. It was hardly downsizing. Church Row is one of Hampstead's finest roads, and its Grade II listed Georgian properties are today among the capital's most desirable. (Some years later, the famous comic genius, Peter Cook chose to live on this very same road at the very height of his professional career.)<br />
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To make ends meet, Alice had to go into overdrive on the work front as well as letting every spare room to students while cooking ten meals every night. Naturally, Alastair would help by taking on some of his wife's work, but there can be little doubt that it must have been difficult for them to sustain the lifestyle that they had become accustomed to.<br />
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John remembers seeing a letter addressed to his grandfather from the <a href="http://www.savageclub.com/">Savage Club</a> which he had been a member of. His account stood in arrears to the tune of £1,000 and the club had regrettably taken the decision to reject his membership.<br />
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During this period, the two boys James and David lived with Alice's sister Effie in the Chilterns. They stayed there for three years, received no schooling and were looked after by a housekeeper.<br />
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Alistair only received one commission following the war, and this was to illustrate Anthony Armstrong's fairy tale The Naughty Princess, which had first appeared in 1935 alongside Macdonald's drawings in The Strand magazine. In the late 1940s, Alistair became ill, but continued painting until he died in June 1948 at the age of just 67.<br />
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It was a sad demise, and the family had no choice but to leave Church Row.<br />
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Alice continued illustrating books into her old age and lived with her sister who became ill with cancer and died in 1960. Following Effie's death, Alice lived in various different properties in London and took on occasional illustration jobs. In her 70s, she sadly began to lose her eyesight, and her remaining years were spent in Lewisham where her son David had bought a flat for her. She died in 1984 aged 88.<br />
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POSTSCRIPT<br />
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In writing this piece I was struck by a couple of uncanny coincidences that span the generations. Like his grandfather, John has also spent much of his professional working life capturing images of young female fashion models albeit with a camera rather than a pen or paintbrush; images that have appeared in the equivalent up-market publications that his grandfather's work would have appeared in all those years ago. And like his grandfather's father, John's own father married a woman of Spanish origin.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14px;">Alex Pearl is author of </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sleeping-Blackbirds-Alex-Pearl/dp/1780030134" style="color: #888888; text-decoration: none;">Sleeping with the Blackbirds </a></i><br />
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<br />Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-61503320296030501082014-09-10T23:49:00.001-07:002014-09-11T13:06:00.537-07:00Fighting cancer with words<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/hM9OWBzqfH0" width="480"></iframe>Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-7232492572455507322014-08-14T06:30:00.000-07:002014-09-20T03:26:12.085-07:00Sometimes it pays to stick your head in the sand<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXr16cWGrViUg0MB7EwwOzA6THL1huvYn_j5EOM__z-zOsLDs81ixX0YD7yYns7KPr8fG1nFu7E7X_9oOJHg296kEmS-zb7Uc2s2phOfNXDUj05We-IMABhBrSVdft7MOCDwsy8QSqDQnU/s1600/hanford2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXr16cWGrViUg0MB7EwwOzA6THL1huvYn_j5EOM__z-zOsLDs81ixX0YD7yYns7KPr8fG1nFu7E7X_9oOJHg296kEmS-zb7Uc2s2phOfNXDUj05We-IMABhBrSVdft7MOCDwsy8QSqDQnU/s1600/hanford2.jpg" height="265" width="400" /></a>I first encountered <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Handford">Martin Handford</a> at Maidstone College of Art back in 1980. He was a couple of years above me and had got himself onto the prestigious illustration course, which at that time was one of the best in the country. (The college has since been merged into the Kent Institute of Art in Canterbury.)<br />
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At the time I remember him being a pretty chirpy chap despite being so skint that he had resorted to selling his entire wardrobe, including an impressive pair of brothel creepers, in a desperate bid to raise much needed funds.<br />
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Unlike all his compatriots at Maidstone, Martin stood out from the crowd ('crowd' being an appropriate word to use here). You see, all he ever drew were crowd scenes. And his technique hadn't changed a jot since he was a young lad. He would labour over his intricate compositions for weeks on end, using nothing more than felt tips. And his finished pieces were mind-bogglingly detailed with countless characters immaculately rendered in miniature.<br />
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The tutors at Maidstone went to great pains to get him to experiment and evolve his style of drawing, but Martin wasn't having any of it. For his entire time at Maidstone, he continued producing the most astonishing series of crowd compositions, and I very clearly remember his final year exhibition, which attracted by far the largest number of visitors who seemed drawn by these unusual works like bees around a honey pot. One piece in particular still sticks in my memory. It was a crowd scene depicted at Lords cricket ground. Besides being able to see thousands of spectators, ones eyes were drawn to the playing area where you could discern several little white figures, and one solitary pink figure jumping over the stumps. This, of course, was the famous Lords streaker whose unexpected appearance during the 1975 test match prompted the late <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Arlott">John Arlott</a> to coin the phrase 'freaker.' "We have a freaker down the wicket," quipped Arlott. "It's not very shapely; it's masculine; and I would think it's seen the last of its cricket for the day."<br />
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By this stage, Martin was already getting real illustration jobs for national publications and was much in demand. A couple of years later while in my first advertising agency and working with my Art Director, <a href="http://colinunderhay.blogspot.co.uk/">Colin Underhay </a>(also from Maidstone), we had the opportunity to employ Martin's considerable talents. The agency wanted to create a special Christmas card, and Martin seemed like the ideal illustrator for the job. We deliberately kept the creative brief fairly open and asked Martin to create an amusing Oxford Street Christmas scene. His solution was certainly novel. The scene he came up with depicted a throng of shoppers intermingled with a series of unconventional Father Christmases indulging in the most uncharacteristic activities including vomiting, urinating, mugging passers-by and in one instance, carrying a blow-up sex doll. It was a kind of modern-day take on one of those debauched scenes by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pieter_Bruegel_the_Elder">Bruegel</a> or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hieronymus_Bosch">Hieronymus Bosch.</a> And had it been produced in today's politically correct atmosphere, I'm sure it would have been shelved in favour of something rather tame and less offensive. But this, of course, was 1980. The card went into production and was sent out to all the agency's clients.<br />
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In 1986, Martin was asked by <a href="http://www.walker.co.uk/">Walker Books </a>to create a character with distinctive features that would give his compositions a focal point in much the same way as his pink figure jumping over the stumps or his Father Christmases did. His response was to come up with a character named 'Wally' - a world traveller and time travel aficionado. And in 1987 'Where's Wally?' first appeared in the UK. Its popularity was instantaneous and huge. There would be seven books published in 28 countries. (In the US, the title was tweaked to 'Where's Waldo?') Then there were the inevitable spin-offs of notebooks, pillows, posters and video games, not to mention syndicated comic strips and an animated TV series.<br />
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By 2007, 'Where's Wally' had sold no fewer than 74 million copies worldwide, and in the same year Martin sold the global rights to the acquisitive Entertainment Rights group for £2.5 million.<br />
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I don't suppose Martin has recently felt the need to sell off items of his wardrobe. Though I suspect that signed copies of red stripy T-shirts might fetch a small fortune.<br />
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<br />Alex Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312096577261822069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958053493973753345.post-84603755969719500242014-08-07T05:03:00.001-07:002014-12-13T02:17:42.859-08:00The day Bob Dylan dropped by for coffeeHanging on our walls at home are two <a href="https://www.grahamclarke.co.uk/Etchings/">Graham Clarke</a> hand-coloured etchings. Clarke's naive, wobbly renditions of English scenes are his stock-in-trade, and are the kind of items that will occasionally turn up in their frames at Oxfam.<br />
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The two that hang at home are nicely framed and mounted, but for me their intrinsic value lies not in their charm but their provenance. You see, they were once the property of one, Lou Hart and back in the 80s, adorned the walls of Winkles Wine Bar in Litchfield Street.<br />
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Lou was my father's Best Man and an old family friend. He was quite possibly the shortest man I've ever known, being slightly shorter than my mother who is barely five foot high. But what he lacked in stature he more than made up for with a larger than life personality. He was in short (no pun intended) one of life's natural raconteurs with a very dry wit and fabulous comic timing, and thrived on holding court while chain smoking.<br />
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Lou, as far as I can gather, wasn't a great student, left school early at 14 and took a succession of mundane, dead-end office jobs before doing National Service at the end of the war. And then, around the time that my father was engaged to marry my mother, his fortunes were to change quite dramatically. He was to win the football pools. I'm not sure how much his prize money amounted to, but I suspect it was in the hundreds rather than thousands. It was, however, something of a small fortune back then in the early 50s. And with this new found wealth, he very sensibly set himself up in business. First there was a newsagent and sweet shop, which he later sold and with the proceeds bought a cafe in Litchfield Street in the heart of London's theatre land. The cafe included a very dingy and dank wine cellar. Under Lou's stewardship the cafe was named <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunjies">Bunjies</a>, and this underground cavern, though small and decidedly poky, was opened up as a venue for live music. And it was this most unlikely of venues that in the 60s became something of a cult haunt for anyone who was anyone on the musical scene. Such became its status that it attracted the likes of Phil Collins, Sandie Shaw, Art Garfunkle, Rod Stewart, David Bowie and Jarvis Cocker, to name just some of the burgeoning talent to grace this place with its presence. At the very height of its fame in the 60s, Bob Dylan who happened to be in town, dropped by unannounced and had to pay his entrance fee to get in.<br />
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Morgan Levitt used to cook at Bunjies and remembers a young guy who used to do the washing up. "We used to rib him about wearing rubber gloves to protect his fingernails," says Levitt. The young man in question had a distinctive name: Cat Stevens. A couple of months after his stint in the kitchen at Bunjies, Stevens released his first album. The rest, as they say, is history.<br />
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In the 80s Lou sold the business and around the same time the LP album 'Live at Bunjies' was released. As a young kid I vaguely remember the black sleeve nestling between my father's collection of classical music. I don't think it ever got played.<br />
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Lou's next venture was just doors away from Bunjies. This was to become Winkles Wine Bar. I remember it well. A clean, bright establishment with polished pine furniture that had a distinctly Alpine feel, a good selection of wines, and little Lou occupying centre stage with his acolytes hanging on his every word. He was, of course, in his element.<br />
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In truth, the place wasn't run as a business so much as a social club. And Lou would constantly complain that the tax man was becoming the bane of his life. I strongly suspect that he ran the establishment year in year out at a loss. On several occasions, my brother and I would drop by unannounced and Lou would immediately ensure we were well fed and watered before regaling us with his latest anecdotes, and would, of course, refuse to accept a penny in return. I'm sure he treated all his customers this way. His customers, after all, were his good friends.<br />
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Years later, after Lou's untimely death in his seventies, my father would become one of several beneficiaries of his will, and would encounter for the first time some of Lou's good friends. In many ways his was a life lived to the full. I remember hearing from someone that two of his regulars at Winkles, a couple of gay senior civil servants, were in the habit of offering Lou the run of their Mediterranean villa during the summer months. But I also sense that his life was tinged with sadness, for as far as I know he never had a soul mate, and would invariably take the last train home to an empty house each evening.<br />
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As for Bungies, I remember visiting it one afternoon in the 90s. I was with my working partner and we were working nearby in Soho, and had quite literally stumbled upon Bunjies by chance. At that time I had no idea that it still existed, so we both stepped down into its once famous cellar and ordered lunch - an unappetising concoction of lentils and pasta - from a girl with dyed hair and a pierced nose. Some months later the place closed down and has since reopened as a Turkish restaurant complete with belly dancers. I'm not sure that Lou would have approved.<br />
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