This month sees my site complete its seventh year of service, which, in my opinion, is at least worth a passing comment.
Life has been so hectic for me recently that, perversely, this latest anniversary comes at a time when I haven’t actually published anything for a little while. On the bright side though, the volume of material previously shared continues to generate a reasonable volume of traffic.
There has been plenty to write about over the last six weeks or so, but the time to dedicate to the written word has been limited and other priorities have been more pressing. So as not to beat myself up about it, I have been viewing the break as a bit of a holiday (and in my defence, some of the time not spent on writing was genuinely spent on holiday).
I have been to a few gigs, clocked up 1500 miles on my motorbike, written plenty of material for work, organised a conference and have even been a Poppy Appeal authorised volunteer door-to-door collector for the Royal British Legion (my second year of service) ... so I haven’t been lazy.
This post is of course meant to be a low-key celebration rather than an abject apology so I am going to stop with the excuses and state …
“YAY”
And in my best Len Goodman voice …
“Seven”.
Before I go, and in a desire to add some actual value to the self-congratulatory nonsense above – you have to watch “They Shall Not Grow Old” if you missed it on BBC2 on Sunday night (11/11/18). If you wore your poppy with pride, you really should see the Peter Jackson documentary.
Jackson took old WW1 footage and used modern technology to remaster it, adding colour, introducing sound and slowing the film speed down. He used lip readers to enable him to add back in the dialogue of the soldiers filmed and the results were (in my best Craig Revel-Horwood) “A mazing”.
I saw Jackson interviewed when the film was released in the cinema and his view was that people could be forgiven for thinking that the war was something that happened in silence and black and white. Obviously, WW1 happened in vivid colour, was noisy and smelly and TSNGO was all the more poignant for bringing it to life (and death).
When you wear a poppy (or like me, knock on doors to fundraise), you can have a much better appreciation of why it is so important to “remember”.
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Life has been so hectic for me recently that, perversely, this latest anniversary comes at a time when I haven’t actually published anything for a little while. On the bright side though, the volume of material previously shared continues to generate a reasonable volume of traffic.
There has been plenty to write about over the last six weeks or so, but the time to dedicate to the written word has been limited and other priorities have been more pressing. So as not to beat myself up about it, I have been viewing the break as a bit of a holiday (and in my defence, some of the time not spent on writing was genuinely spent on holiday).
I have been to a few gigs, clocked up 1500 miles on my motorbike, written plenty of material for work, organised a conference and have even been a Poppy Appeal authorised volunteer door-to-door collector for the Royal British Legion (my second year of service) ... so I haven’t been lazy.
This post is of course meant to be a low-key celebration rather than an abject apology so I am going to stop with the excuses and state …
“YAY”
And in my best Len Goodman voice …
“Seven”.
Before I go, and in a desire to add some actual value to the self-congratulatory nonsense above – you have to watch “They Shall Not Grow Old” if you missed it on BBC2 on Sunday night (11/11/18). If you wore your poppy with pride, you really should see the Peter Jackson documentary.
Jackson took old WW1 footage and used modern technology to remaster it, adding colour, introducing sound and slowing the film speed down. He used lip readers to enable him to add back in the dialogue of the soldiers filmed and the results were (in my best Craig Revel-Horwood) “A mazing”.
I saw Jackson interviewed when the film was released in the cinema and his view was that people could be forgiven for thinking that the war was something that happened in silence and black and white. Obviously, WW1 happened in vivid colour, was noisy and smelly and TSNGO was all the more poignant for bringing it to life (and death).
When you wear a poppy (or like me, knock on doors to fundraise), you can have a much better appreciation of why it is so important to “remember”.
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