Check this out:-

http://www.time.com/time/photoessays/2008/obama_klein_multimedia/

http://media.medialink.com/WebNR.aspx?story=35859

Why are we Americanising this word?  In America regular can mean “medium size” or “normal”, but it simply does not mean that to British people.  To us it means with a recurring frequency – e.g. regular like clockwork.  We need to stop Americanising things, Americanising the economy and our wars is bad enough!!

Isn’t it fabulous?  I don’t know where I’d be without it.  I love BBC output – radio plays and documentaries and investigations can make an ironing or a long lie so much more pleasurable.

One of the things I like best about it, is when I’m watching some obscure programme, that they know I’ve watched it.  I like this fact.  I especially love BBC Four – its got some great stuff lurking on it.

Spent hours over the weekend uploading these gigantic videos to YouTube – they’re all hi-def, all stereo sound, and you can run them full screen and enjoy.  Rob Hurt was the cameraman as I had my hands full with my stills camera, and was too excited to hold the video camera still anyway!

Playlist - QE2's Last visit to the Clyde 

Here’s a few of the best though :-

Never in my life have I heard anything so sad as QE2’s magnificent whistle blowing across a mill-pond smooth Firth of Clyde last night.  It echoed on for a good 10 seconds across the water, and echoing off the hills… it was simply stunning… I will never, ever forget it. It was an inky black night with a clear sky bursting full of stars, but the biggest star of all was the QE2.

What a send off.  A huge fireworks display right above her as she slowly edged out, and then she glided off.  Camera flashes and fireworks and bonfires all along the shore for miles and miles.

Our ship was leaving, forever.  And it hurt.  The Clyde used to be famous, used to make things, and now the last, the best, was leaving, and not coming back.  And everybody knew it, you could tell.  She was going to a faraway land where her mighty engines were to be ripped from her and she’d become unrecognisable…

I’d persuaded a young-car club friend of mine to come down to the quayside in the morning to see her come in.  He was gobsmacked.  He said she was beautiful, and he doesn’t normally say things like that.  He grabbed the last free ticket that I had for the evening cruise and later we stood silently as QE2 gained speed and moved away, I knew he “got it” – just as it was too late, a shiver went up his spine and he got it.

My photos of a day I’ll never forget :-

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lightbody/sets/72157607800832549/