Wednesday, 30 August 2006

Oh dear.

Wednesday, 30 August 2006 12:00 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Secrets)
God, I feel ill.

I had such a rough night last night (second one running) that I had to have today off, whether I was still ill or not.

Fortunately I am, so it's not a day wasted.

Iko have revealed the video to Prom Song. I can't say I'm wowed. I kind of get where it's coming from - holiday footage, underwater shots because of the needing air lyric, but the woman who made the video did it really badly.

There's not enough interaction with the camera. It tells no story. It's just watching a girl in a cool bikini jump off the side of a swimming pool in what looks like Spain. If she'd waved at the camera, more, done stuff other than jump in a pool, if we'd maybe actually seen a bit of the person holding the camera - a hand reaching out or something - maybe even a side-ways camera shot where he's put down the camera and it's still running and you can see then being w00bie in the background... maybe that would have made the video make more sense. It's a love song and there is no love.

But, the way it is, it's just a girl in a cool bikini jumping in a pool a lot.

Not feeling the love.

And I feel really bad about that.

Morbid geekery.

Wednesday, 30 August 2006 05:38 pm
rosiedoes: (Planes: Falling)
In 1972, in an area of common land, outside Staines, where I grew up, there was an air crash. For 16 years - until Lockerbie - it was the worst air disaster in British history.

As a child, my mother used to take us fishing for minnow in the river along one side of the field.

One day, while we were there with Sandra, my mother's friend, and her kids, they told us what had happened and how a nurse living adjacent to the field had vaulted a six-foot fence to get to the 118 victims and (unsuccessfully) try to save some of them. Everyone on board died, even the man taken to the hospital I was born in for treatment.

I don't know why I'm thinking about this now... but there you go.

Growing up next to Heathrow Airport, kids. You'll fall in love with planes but despise airports and flight paths, and you might just develop a morbid fascination with the things falling out of the sky.

Like the De Havilland Comet. Because naming a plane that wasn't just asking for trouble, was it?


Edit:

From the BBC's 'I was there' section of the 'On This Day' facility:

There but for the grace of God go I - I was booked to take this flight two days later. I remember the accident well and still, after 32 years, have my ticket for the Sunday flight. A very sad day for the families involved and so lucky that the flight did not land on Staines.
Tony FitzGerald, New Zealand

-- the sincere words of a man who has clearly never been to Staines.

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