Sunday, 7 April 2013

No More "I Love You"s


That title got your attention didn't it!

So...here we are.  Less than three weeks to go until the big day and Kate and I tie the knot.  We're both very very excited - the sort of excited that makes you need the toilet if you think about it too much - but we are currently knee-deep in wedding admin, the equivalent of coming home to do homework every night for three weeks.  Forms for this, forms for that, writing up information for this and that person, and so it goes on.  One thing we're having to decide on is the music we will be having during the ceremony.  For a laugh - and to relieve the tedium of form-gate - we decided to try and find the most inappropriate songs to play at a wedding.  Enjoy!

Annie Lennox - No More "I Love Yous"
R Kelly - Bump 'n' Grind
The Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up
Atomic Kitten - See Ya
Busted - You Said No
Oasis - Stop Crying You Heart Out
S.mouse - Poo On You
Spice Girls - Goodbye
Tomcraft - Loneliness

Whigfield - Another Day
Cee Lo Green - Forget You

Honeyz - End of the Line
...you get the idea with that.  If you can think of more then pop them in the comments!

In fact in among all the HILARITY we've managed to come up with quite a few songs that mean a lot to us, the first dance in particular.  This is probably the biggest secret of the whole day - only three people know what it is: me, Kate and our DJ James.  It's spot on for us in so many ways so I look forward to you either hearing it on the night or when I inevitably babble on about it here afterwards!  


It's nearly two years since I proposed.  We didn't really have a lot of choice with the length of engagement - we needed to save and we wanted a Spring wedding.  But even with that in mind the first year was pretty frustrating as we found we were unable to book our ceremony until a year before the due date, which of course meant we couldn't book anything else off the back of it in case the date didn't come through, meaning we had eight months of being able to do very little but talk about what we wanted to do.  I had to take a deep breath every time someone piped up with "how's the wedding planing going?" in the kitchen at work.  But then all the prep kicked in and didn't stop!  I'm not quite sure what we're going to do with our time once it is all over!  (oh that's right, buy a flat, I remember now...)


But now the day itself is almost upon us - the dress and suit are both in our possession (must make sure the bags don't get mixed up), the stag and hen dos are imminent (and sound suitably epic) and the rings sit expectantly on the table (waiting to be lost at the last minute).  So I better stop wasting time writing ultimately unnecessary blogs and get back to my speech instead, which rather scarily will not only be recorded but presented to us on Blu-Ray afterwards, so at least if it's rubbish I can console myself that the picture quality is excellent.  


It's tempting to see the wedding as the end of a countdown that began nearly nine years ago when Kate popped round to my student house to watch a DVD and has taken in university, jobs, flats and holidays along the way, but in fact it's the start of so much more.  I'm so excited about everything that is still to come: 27th April is the first day of the rest of our lives.

With so many more "I Love You"s...




Friday, 15 March 2013

Farewell to the Concrete Doughnut

I can't claim to have any great association with BBC Television Centre other than, like most, a long-term viewer of output from within its walls.  But in a way that's the best association of all - you feel like you know the place inside out despite having only visited on a handful of occasions.  So, like any self-respecting telegeek, I'm more than a little sad that this month sees Auntie bidding farewell to the good old Concrete Doughnut.


Growing up and watching too much telly, TVC simply looked like the most fun place you could hope to work.  Saturdays in particular showed it at its best, starting the day with the imperial behemoths of Going Live! and Live & Kicking making the most of their studios and indeed the whole building.  Grandstand then straddled the entire afternoon with a backdrop apparently of the bustling sport department hard at work.  Saturday night entertainment - either the Generation Game, Noel's House Party or The National Lottery Live - would show the larger studios at their best and finally Match of the Day would round things off.  And I haven't even mentioned news, weather or continuity yet, all of which was in the mix too.

Particularly for my generation the building was made into something of an icon by the title sequence of Live and Kicking, which turned TV Centre into a pinball machine.  Every Saturday morning for seven years the image of TV Centre was placed into the minds of millions of children.  Not only was it one of the best title sequences ever created, it ensured that no-one could miss where the programme was being made.  That iconic shot of the ball bursting out of the wall of TC1 signals the start of the weekend to many twenty-and-thirty-somethings.

I first visited TV Centre in September 2002 with my good friend Chris.  We'd booked to go on the famous guided tour of the building.  Famous mainly because it wasn't that good, and because it barely changed in the decade it operated for.  Like most, I have to admit that when the famous facade first appeared into view as we arrived on the Central Line I was a little underwhelmed.  You forget that on Children In Need night every spotlight in West London is pointed at the frontage to make it look glitzy, and that there was an awful lot of post-production on that famous Live and Kicking title sequence.  It just didn't look that....big, which is ironic because the site is famously huge.  You can read about our trip here.  I have to admit that the 18-year-old me was a little economical with the truth about the tour, mainly because the tour guide I mention was keen to get a good write-up.  I also don't mention that due to joining the wrong queue Chris and I almost ended up on an early edition of Dick and Dom in da Bungalow! Unsurprisingly the tour groups were kept away from most actual TV, so the most interesting bit for me was standing in the viewing gallery of TC6 watching The Saturday Show's set being dismantled (that Saturday morning obsession surviving my childhood!).  A depressing amount of time was then spent showing off a demonstration chromakey green screen (is there really anyone left who doesn't know about that?) and finally a tedious quiz in a box room away from anything telly-related.  But still - you got to go inside, and that was good enough for me.

Perhaps the best way to visit TV Centre was to go to a studio recording, which by definition meant you got to get close to actually telly.  When Kate and I first moved to London we decided to take advantage of our location by applying to go to a fair few of these.  The first was Grownups, a BBC3 sitcom (remember that?  nope, thought not) which mainly involved sitting there for three hours watching Sheridan Smith fluff her lines.  After that experience we decided to try and see something live so went to The National Lottery Jet Set, only to turn up to an edition where Eamonn Holmes had pre-recorded most of the quiz sections earlier due to other commitments (lunch? tea?).  Still, we were some of the last to see the live lottery draw before Fathers for Justice disrupted it from the audience and it was locked away at the BFBS studios instead.  Next up was The Late Edition, an entertaining BBC4 Marcus Brigstocke comedy programme.  Kate fulfilled a childhood ambition in 2008 by attending the Top of the Pops Christmas Special ("Girls Aloud are very thin" was her insight from this occasion), late in 2010 we witnessed a recording of Harry Hill's TV Burp and finally towards the end of 2011 we saw the first Frank Skinner-hosted Room 101.

The holy grail though was a wander round the building unattended, which I finally got to do in the summer of 2007 when Kate got a job at the BBC and shamefully abused her position by signing me in as a guest.  And guess what?  It's a working building, with lots of busy people getting on with their jobs.  I think this is the slightly sad reality of it being such an avid TV fan as a child - you take it for granted once you work there.  I remember waiting outside the ITN building on Grays Inn Road in September 2005 before my ITV job interview, seeing employees walking in and out and wishing I could be one of them.  For the last eight years I have been, and yet I do take it for granted because most of the time, it's a job, and a job that has its fair share of frustrations and gripes.  You can see a similar contrast between the TV Centre presented on screen to millions as the glamorous, shiny, exciting home of popular telly and the TV Centre of reality that's a bit shabby, full of asbestos and miles away from anywhere in west London.  It's quite telling that whilst celebrities are lining up to bemoan the loss of the studios, those who have actually worked in the offices all day are less complimentary.

The BBC deciding to leave the site has prompted much derision.  Whilst sad to see it go I'm not sure I totally disagree with the decision.  It's true - in many parts it is a building that's not particularly great to work in, built for a different era and difficult to modernise.  You can see a similar situation on a smaller scale at ITV.  The former LWT tower on the South Bank has terrible lifts that can't be fixed and nasty shoebox-sizes offices.  On another point, the closure is largely the result of other decisions.  News has quite rightly been centralised in New Broadcasting House - TV, radio, online and World Service all under one roof in central London for the first time.  I've written about the move of sport, children's and Five Live to Salford before, but suffice to say it's a move I support.  All of this means there is far less of the week-in-week-out TV programming that kept the centre busy over the decades.  

But it's not all bad.  In fact, TV Centre is coming out of this far better than many other iconic studio closures over the last few years.  Tyne Tees Television on City Road in Newcastle is now dust, all that's left of Central TV on Broad Street in Birmingham is a set of multi-coloured railings and BBCs Pebble Mill and Oxford Road are both history too.  Not only is TVC getting a superb send-off - from Richard Marson's superb 2012 documentary Tales of TV Centre to BBC Four's Goodbye Television Centre night on 22nd March and everything else in between - it will in essence survive. Studios 1-3 will be retained, presumably on the same sort of model as The London Studios operates, although there is some concern that there will not be enough studios and that the right ones are not being retained.  BBC Worldwide will move into the former news centre, with the corporation vacating the soulless White City and Media Village site up the other end of Wood Lane (in itself a reversal of the property strategy of the past decade).  The rest will be an as yet undefined mixture of homes, hotels and whatnot, bringing a new meaning to the phrase "studio flat".  Don't get me wrong - it's terribly sad that so much will be lost, but TV will still be made on the site and the front-facing facade will look more or less the same.  In today's unsentimental world that's quite a result.

It doesn't stop the exit from the site for redevelopment work to begin being unbearably sad for us anoraks.    Before Kate left the BBC we once again abused her staff status for a wander round the building, which even last year was very quiet.  We took a look at the former Blue Peter garden, now dark and empty.  Studio 9, facing the garden, was amazingly unlocked, and I couldn't resist a quick look inside.  It was the home of CBBC continuity for a decade and lived out its last few years housing the final incarnation of live Saturday morning children's TV, TMi.  Now it was stripped of all equipment and in a very sorry state given how it was the face of children's TV for a generation.  Wandering around the scene dock I was amazed to see a painted mural outside TC6 dating back to a Live and Kicking phone-in game in the late 1990s was still there!  And I have to admit that I did something of a pilgrimage to find where the broom cupboard would have been.  OK, it's not there anymore - the whole area has been redeveloped into offices - but I couldn't resist wandering up to where it would have been.  I have a very patient fiancĂ©e.

It'll be a sad week as the last parts of the corporation move out.  Comic Relief is the last large-scale live studio production and news leaves at 1pm on Monday afternoon.  Friday sees the on-screen farewell, starting with The One Show followed by BBC4 dedicating a night of programming to the site including an outdoor concert by Madness.  The vast majority of BBC activity on the site will cease at the end of March.  Farewell, concrete doughnut - for now at least - and thanks for the memories.  

Sunday, 6 January 2013

Children's ITV: Back to the Old Skool...


Happy 30th birthday, Children's ITV.  And what a celebration.  If you've been anywhere on Twitter or Facebook this weekend, and were a child in the 1980s or 1990s - or know someone who was - it won't have been able to escape your attention that we've just been treated to the televisual equivalent of stuffing ourselves with birthday cake for two eight-and-a-half-hour periods over a weekend.  In a somewhat unprecedented move, the CITV channel has aired what it called an "Old Skool Weekend" - in layman's terms nothing but archive programming from 9.25am through to close at 6pm for two days straight.  And it's been incredibly popular.  It's also been a very long time since I raced to the TV at 9.25am on a Saturday morning!

It's no secret that CITV's resources are limited compared to CBBC's so it's been great to see the anniversary get a full-hearted celebration.  A primetime ITV1 documentary (availabe to watch above) aired at the end of December looking at some of the most fondly-remembered Children's ITV programmes.  It was somewhat light on the continuity front but no matter, the 20th anniversary programme made up for that and is also available to watch (and in truth there isn't a lot more to add on that front from the last ten years).

I thought I'd blog about each programme, but before I do some disclaimers.  As a child I think I was more of a Children's BBC kid, but there was definitely a period between about 1990 and 1993 where I watched "both sides" more or less equally, and ITV definitely had the upper hand with the imperial younger-kids lunchtime slot which beat Playdays hands down.  Although he wasn't that popular with the audience I really liked the laid-back style of Tommy Boyd as a continuity presenter, and when he was replaced by a load of naff animations it was a big turnoff for me.  This means that my Children's ITV memories (and it was always Children's ITV, not CITV when I was watching) more or less cut off in 1993.  So bear that in mind as I take you through the weekend, programme by programme...

Saturday

Mike and Angelo

Oh dear...maybe could have stayed in bed for another twenty minutes.  Everyone but everyone knows that Mike and Angelo was shit, and yet it ran for eleven long years..  I thought that was an American import when I was young - the production seem to do nothing to distract from this, being full of American accents and even the picture quality looking a bit ropey.

Super Gran

Aha - something I was a bit too young for at the time but have always been keen to see.  Highlight of this episode was seeing Super Gran racing around the Newcastle quayside which looked, erm, slightly less flashy and generally a hell of a lot more grimy than it does today.  And let's not dwell on how "super" Super Gran actually is, seeing as she generally seems to run around at normal pace but with a white outline drawn around her.  Incredibly, actress Gudrun Ure is still around today at the grand old age of 86.

Wizadora

The other end of the spectrum now - something I was slightly too old for when it was around, although was fairly familiar with anyway.  The theme tune is something else though - did they deliberately tell everyone to sing it slightly out of tune?

T-Bag

Um, yeah.  Not too familiar with this one and having sat through twenty minutes of it I still have no idea what it was all about.

Engie Benjy

Of course, as much as we'd like it to just be 1980s and 1990s archive there had to be a bit from the last decade too.  This one from 2004 is still being aired today, mainly thanks to the vocal contributions of Ant and Dec.  And that's about the most interesting thing I can say about this one.

The Raggy Dolls

From 1994!  From looking at this it could be ten years older.  A bit of lefty social engineering for kids TV here (coming from someone who thinks that's a good idea) - trying to teach children about tolerance and acceptance of those who have disabilities, or indeed "made imperfectly" as here. 

Puddle Lane

One of shows I was looking forward to the most.  My parents recorded numerous episodes of this on video in 1987 meaning that the lifetime of the show long outlasted it's original transmission period for my sister and me.  We also had lots of the spin-off books and even named our cat Tessa after one of the characters in the show.  Tessa died in 2003 meaning the programme's influence lasted over our whole childhood.  It hasn't aged particuarly well but the central concept of a magician casting spells and telling related stories still works a treat.  The magician in question was played by none other than Neil Innes who as well as being the "seventh Python" seems to have carved quite a career in children's TV in the late 80s, being almost single-handedly responsible for the afrorementioned Raggy Dolls too. 

Count Duckula

Another classic from the Cosgrove Hall powerhouse but one that still feels fairly familiar.  You all know the title sequence so special mention is reserved for the end credits, which are totally bonkers.

The Sooty Show

Probably the most famous incarnation of Sooty and certainly the one I remember from my childhood.  I think perhaps because Sooty has been around so long you forget how good it can be - the episode shown was actually genuinely funny to this 28-year-old.

Art Attack

Controversial viewpoint:  I was never that fond of Art Attack.  I think I always preferred the more sedate Hart Beat.  But the fact that this ran and ran until the point where it couldn't anymore due to ITV stopping making children's programmes is incredible.

The Big Bang

Not familiar with that one at all - having begun in 1996 I suppose I was slightly too old for it, but must have completely missed it through my "watching kids TV in a cynical it-used-to-be-better-than-this way" years too.  A slightly more scientific version of How 2, it seems.

Finders Keepers

I'd been waiting for this one.  Much of the attention of this repeat weekend has focused on Fun House, and rightly so given it was one of CITV's most popular shows.  But the hype around that over the years has somewhat unfairly meant that Finders Keepers lost out somewhat in the nostalgia stakes.  Indeed, it's been reported that, after inheriting it from TVS, Scottish TV axed it in 1996 as it was too similar to their own Fun House.  I think I would stick my neck out and say that Finders Keepers is actually better.  They get straight into the action in the main set - none of this messing about with games or go-karts - and Neil Buchanan is simply wonderful as the host.  I'd go as far as to say he's one of the most underrated children's TV presenters of all time, having occupied Saturday mornings for a decade in the 1980s, then the afternoons throughout the 1990s and most of the 2000s with Art Attack.  And Finders Keepers can probably be said to be his best work - such a great format that it was even brought back for a series in 2006.  It probably says much for my upbringing that it's only now, having moved to London, I hear any trace of a scouse accent in his voice!  He didn't half keep a lot of confetti in his house though...

Fun House

The big one that everyone was waiting for...but having been on a loop on Challenge TV for years it doesn't feel unfamiliar at all (although the episodes shown this weekend are slightly older than the Challenge ones).  It also feels like a show of two halves: the three gungy games at the start are fairly forgettable.  Things improve with the Fun Kart Grand Prix but that's still fairly dull to watch.  It's not until the Fun House itself that the show really springs into life, but it is still genuinely exciting and well worth the wait.  That said, it deserves credit for being so consistent over a decade's run.  The format of the show didn't change one bit, the theme tune was identical, the titles only had minor changes and the main presenters and voiceover were the same throughout.  The Fun House itself  had cosmetic changes but at it's core was very similar for most of the run.  As a result other than the prizes it has aged fairly well, and the last couple of series could easily be repeated on CITV now without looking too out of place.

Knightmare

Another favourite of mine - this last triple bill comprising probably my three favourite Children's ITV shows of all time.  Let's mention the elephant in the room - the computer graphics don't look great, but then it would be amazing if twenty years on they looked good.  That said Knightmare was always about the story and the game rather than flashy graphics.  I loved the way Tommy Boyd used to tell you to draw the curtains and turn the lights off when it started!  Coming into this mid-way meant this was quite hard to get into, although does deserve special mention for making the teenage boy contestants continually talk to pretty girls.  That's hard enough in real life, let alone when you think a giant saw is going to swing at you through the wall at any moment.

Fraggle Rock

Jim Henson, Muppets, etc.  Might be blasphemy to some, but hey: boring.

The Worst Witch

From 1998, seemingly a Poundland version of Harry Potter, but ran for three series so must have been successful enough.

Woof!

A great show, although how they managed to get so much mileage out of a boy changing into a dog I don't know.  Maybe by changing the boy and the dog every few years...

Dramarama

A series of standalone dramas, this one led to Children's Ward.  Thanks.

Press Gang

Famously Steven Moffat's first TV work although again one that I was a bit too young for at the time.  The Sunday episode featured a young Lucy Benjamin, looking exactly the same as when she was in EastEnders.

The Tomorrow People

Huh?  Was this dodgy remake of a dodgy show so fondly remembered?  Could do without seeing any of this...

Children's Ward

Another long-runner, although we seem to have been lumbered with two episodes from the dying days in 2000 when, like Byker Grove and Grange Hill a few years later, the format was clearly being tinkered with to attract a younger audience. 

Sunday

Spatz

Despite this being right in my prime years of Children's ITV-watching I have no recollection of this at all!  Apparently it was quite good.  If you say so.

Huxley Pig

I was aware of this but don't think I'd seen an actual episode.  And now I have.

Rainbow

One of the most famous ITV children's programmes of all, which of course began eleven years before Children's ITV itself.  It hasn't aged amazingly well but that doesn't matter - Rainbow is beyond criticism.

Button Moon

Not ageing well is one thing, but this one always looked a bit clunky.  Then you remember it's about a spoon landing on a button.  Because of this Button Moon kind of goes full circle and looks quite good in a timeless quirky sort of way.

The Riddlers

The main thing I remember about The Riddlers is that one of the main voices was Toby the Spell Dragon from Puddle Lane, which at that age was quite confusing.  This was quite a downbeat episode (with one "riddler" talking about her dead parents), which is unusual as I remember it being a bit more fun!

Rosie and Jim

Another biggie for me.  As we owned a canal boat until I was seven my parents were ALL OVER Rosie and Jim, whether we liked it or not, which is good because we did.  John Cunliffe is quite charming as he's clearly not a presenter by trade and isn't making much of an effort to be one, but the smart positioning of his Postman Pat books at the back of the boat shows his real talent.  As it's just puppets and canals it has barely aged a day and could easily be re-run now, although preferably the early episodes with Fizzgog and not the various numpties who replaced him later on.

Dangermouse

Another iconic one that doesn't feel like it's ever gone away - most recently having a BBC Two repeat run.

Sooty and Co

Not the same show as Saturday, this is the Granada programme that was launched after The Sooty Show ended when Thames lost their franchise.  It's a bit unfamiliar to me for obvious, oft-repeated age-related reasons but what struck me here is simply how good Matthew Corbett is.  You can't accuse him of not putting his all into every episode.

How 2

This one started around the same time as Art Attack and ended about the same time too.  A sequel to the original "How", it eventually overshadowed it.  Watching this again it's such a simple format, but I think the key element is that the presenters don't claim to know it all.  Each "How" is set up as one presenter sharing some information with the other two, so it feels like we're dropping in on a conversation between friends rather than being lectured by a bunch of clever cloggs.  And full marks for choosing an episode that featured the iconic original theme tune.

Finger Tips

As much as this may feel like yesterday it's now ten years old and littered with archaic references to things like where to store your VHS tapes.  I'd never really watched this properly before but it's actually a pretty good make-and-do show in the tradition of the likes of Bitsa.  And as much as Fearne Cotton gets a lot of stick, I always thought she was pretty talented and endearing as a children's TV presenter.  It's also important to remember it was GMTV and CITV that gave her initial exposure, before CBBC swooped in to nick her in the same year this was broadcast.

Jungle Run

This is a programme I can tell I would have loved if I was the right age, basically being a rip-off of The Crystal Maze.  Curiously though it was hosted exclusively by ex-CBBC presenters, initially Dominic Wood (while waiting for Da Bungalow to be built), then here with Chris Jarvis (waiting for CBeebies to be launched) and finally by Michael Underwood (waiting for...um....).

My Parents Are Aliens

Well, it had to be here somewhere I suppose, given this has been shown non-stop since it began in 1999.  But given it ended in 2006 it's a wonder the tapes have worn out yet, and it would have been nice to use the slot for something else.  But it was a great show (so I'm told), so fair enough.

The Rest

Lots of programmes from Saturday also had another run today. Mike and Angelo, which no-one needed to see any more of, was at least from a few years later. Fun House gets another episode from the following year, Knightmare was a continuation from the Saturday episode (although I have absolutely no idea what was happening at the end), and another not-as-good-as-everyone-remembers Fraggle Rock. Woof was from 1993 with the second lead actor, another Dramarama from the following year and the last episode of Press Gang followed. Finally another double bill of The Tomorrow People and Children's Ward finished the weekend off.
 

Saturday's programmes rated very well, with Finders Keepers topping the ratings at 411,000 (somewhat proving my theory above) followed by Fun House, The Sooty Show, Art Attack and Knightmare all above 350K.  The general reaction to the Old Skool Weekend has been incredible, and as much as CITV are saying it is a one-off, they'd be mad to not consider some select runs of programmes that can still appeal to today's children, especially given how few new programmes the budget runs to.  The praise directed towards CITV via social media has been quite overwhelming and shows there's still a lot of fondness for the brand, despite everything it has been through in the past few years.  Full credit is due to the channel management and planning in London, the scheduling, content and transmission teams in Leeds and presentation in Manchester who all put more effort than you'll ever know to make it happen.  And although I had but the tiniest of roles (those correct aspect ratios?  that was me) it was great to be a small part of something that made me feel really proud to work for the company.  They didn't have to do this, remember: it might not even have been acknowledged, but we ended up with a hour in primetime and a whole weekend of archive.  It's brightened up one of the most depressing weekends of the year as the Christmas decorations come down; and certainly kept me glued to the sofa for two days straight.  Maybe I wasn't so much of a Children's BBC child after all...

Friday, 14 December 2012

The JonaBlog Awards 2012

And so another year draws to a close.  As is customary, the end-of-year award ceremony season is in full swing.  If this wasn't enough this is closely followed by the start-of-year awards season.  Not to be outdone, I thought I'd hold my own, as a way of honouring some of my moments of the year.*

(*actually as a lame framework for holding together a random collection of rambling thoughts)

The Amazing Award for General Amazingness

The London 2012 Olympic and Paralympic Games - as I've written about here before - were, quite simply a triumph.  I won't go into too much detail on this as there's little that hasn't been said already.  But two things stick in my mind.  Firstly, about how incredible the opening ceremony was.  After looking like we'd be watching a nightmare realisation of John Major's vision of Britain for four hours it turned into a stunning display of British music, history and culture that seemed to keep all but insane Tory MPs happy.  In years to come it'll be looked upon as a key moment in our history and studied in the same way as classic texts are now.  The other thing that was amazing was how so many people who were uninterested in sport suddenly became gripped by the whole thing.  On a personal note, after seven years of defending the idea of hosting the games in the face of so much cynicism, it was quite refreshing (if not wholly surprising) to see the majority of people finally quit moaning and get on board with the idea.



The "Wow, That's Incredible" Award

For my birthday this year I got an iPad, but this was driven pretty much entirely by the existence of one app: djay.  The link will explain all, but in a nutshell it turns the screen into a pair of frighteningly realistic turntables from which you can mix tunes to your heart's content.  And it isn't even Fatboy Slim-style transitions that you need to do - just the ability to cue another track without cutting the previous one off or ending up with a huge gap between two tracks is a huge leap forward from simply using an iTunes playlist to play music.  I'd downloaded the iPhone version which is fun in itself but does require some rather dainty finger work.  The iPad version really does the idea justice and really appeals to the frustrated wannabe-local-radio-DJ that lurks within me.  It's also insanely good value for money when you consider how much the real-life kit would cost.  It's looking we will be using it to provide the music at our wedding reception with our good friend James kindly doing the honours, although the only thing stopping me doing it myself is that I will apparently have more important things to concentrate on that day.  And just when you thought it couldn't get any better, what's the latest development?  vjay

 
 
The DLT Award
 
What everyone forgets about Dave Lee Travis famously resigning on air from Radio 1 (or ONNNE EFFF EMMM as it was insisting on us calling it at this point) is that is lasted for about a minute at the very end of a three hour show.  The reputation this incident has acquired over the years would be unfair were the man himself not thoroughly deserving of it, but nevertheless whenever someone even approaches this method of leaving an on-air job it is described as "doing a DLT".  When Mark Goodier finally left Radio 1 some nine years after the DLT incident he began his final words by mimicking Travis, saying "things have been changing at this station...and they're petty good", instantly providing clear blue water between the two presenters despite both essentially being directed to the door for getting on a bit.  But this year there was finally an episode that lived up to the reputation.  Danny Baker found out shortly before going on air one Thursday that his BBC London show would not be continuing past the end of the year, as part of the cutbacks at BBC Local Radio that will lead to certain shows being shared between regions.  He then proceeded to rant about the decision for the entire two-hour show.
 


I don't doubt that Baker is an incredible broadcaster, and that he deserved better treatment than to find out the information second-hand, particularly after his cancer treatment.  But the BBC is having to make some painful decisions as a result of the freeze on the licence fee and he isn't the first to lose his job, he won't be the last and unlike many who will do so is in a good position to have other options post-BBC London.  The programme was a difficult listen.  Whilst you obviously sympathise with his position, that sympathy evaporates pretty quickly when you get a 120-minute barrage of ego about how it's the best show on the air and continual ridicule of the proposed focus on local news - surely the logical thing for a local radio station to do.  And of the decision itself?  If you're going to have BBC London's afternoon output shared with neighbouring regions in the South East, the last thing you want to do is give it to a self-styled loud-mouthed Londoner.  It wasn't his finest hour, but at least we can now regard 2012 as the year DLT's reputation was restored.  Oh, hang on...

The "Eurgh" Award

For anyone aged about 25 upwards, the Jimmy Savile saga probably ruined a little bit of your childhood - although, to put things in perspective, it sounds like he was an expert in ruining people's childhoods.  What amazed me was quite how he got away with it, seemingly with so many people aware at least of rumours of what was going on.  I admit to being completely naive over the whole thing, swallowing that classic story (bolstered by the Louis Theroux documentary) that no-one quite lived up to his mother in his eyes.  One of my favourite shows of my childhood, This Morning With Richard Not Judy, repeated one of the most lurid allegations right at the start of one 1999 episode (below) which must have gone straight over my head, although even Richard Herring now claims to have no memory of it.  An infamous bit of my former student TV station's archive is an 1992 sketch called Jim'll Sodomise You, and during my time there we all had a giggle about the title but I don't think any of us really paid that much attention to the general gist of the piece.  It really does seem to have been the worst kept secret in showbusiness.



The Surprisingly Sad Moment Award

Analogue switch-off had been mooted for nearly fifteen years, but when the moment came, what was the focus?  The end of that method of transmission?  The fact that every home is now by default "multi-channel"?  Nope.  Good old Ceefax finally getting the chop stole all the headlines and Twitter chatter in mid-October in a blaze of nostalgia about the days when it was what the internet is now - where you went to get information on demand.  But it also marked the end for the overnight Pages from Ceefax filler on BBC Two.  It's fair to say that it wasn't the most exciting thing the channel ever transmitted, and in the last decade or so has only been shown when the Learning Zone was playing truant and BBC One had nicked News 24 for itself.  But it soldiered on throughout the noughties as Ceefax itself fell out of daily use, and even once analogue started being switched off region-by-region.  By the end it was nothing short of astonishing that such a low-tech and outdated filler was still being used by a mainstream channel, but in many ways that was its charm.  The final airing was in the early hours of Monday 22nd October and had a number of nice touches such as being introduced over the stripy "2" ident from when Ceefax was first aired on the channel, and featured a verbal tribute paid by veteran continuity announcer Dean Lydiate.  But how did it end?  A selection of best bits?  Resolution of outstanding plot lines?  A huge cliffhanger?  In the end, a presumably half-asleep BBC techie punched in page numbers to form a form of countdown in the last ten minutes.  Accompanied by a cracking tune first used in the 1970s, the final Ceefax pages faded away to be replaced by special farewell caption (below).  And at that moment you realise how it had accompanied you over the years: waiting for it to finish and Children's BBC to start, catching snatches of it on the timer when taping GCSE Bitesize, to viewing it slightly worse for wear when coming in from a night out.  Truly the end of an era.

 
 
The J&K Whose Early Relationship Was Most Frighteningly Similar to Jonathan and Kate's Early Relationship Award
 

Josie and Kingsley from Fresh Meat.  You can guess the rest yourselves.


 
 

The "Phew, That Was Close" Award

Virgin Trains have just begun a 23-month extension to their West Coast franchise, after being told back in the summer that it was being awarded to First Group instead.  After it became clear that government did their calculations on the back of a fag packet the decision was put on hold, and now Virgin have been given an extension whilst the Deparment for Transport work out what the hell to do next.  Regardless of the franchise cockup, it's fantastic news that Virgin are retaining the route.  Virgin seem to be the marmite of the railways - you either love them or hate them.  What's amazing is that there do seem to be a considerable number of people that do love them and were disappointed by the franchise decision, so they must be doing something right.  Having used them for the last seven years to visit relatives in the north west I can agree that they are.  The services are usually prompt, the trains are great, the staff friendly and the first class service is the best in the country.  First Group do not inspire anything like the same level of customer loyalty despite being spread out across the UK like a rash, nor do they make any effort to.  We have had a lucky escape.

I had a first class coach to myself back in June. Not bad for £32.

The "There Goes Another Bit of my Childhood" Award

December 4th saw the publication of the final issue of The Dandy, on the day of its 75th anniversary.  With sales apparently at 7,000 a week it seems amazing it staggered on for so long, but now it faces a "digital future" - places your bets now on how long that will last.  I'm 28, and during my time reading The Dandy and The Beano in the early/mid-1990s it already felt like I was one of very few of my peer group who read them, so the death has been a long and painful one.  The distribution can't have helped.  By the end it only seemed to be carried by large branches of WH Smith, and the newsagent I managed by fluke to pick up the last edition from said that they normally don't get any copies, but had been sent two of the final issue - one of which he'd kept for himself, the other I'd nabbed within hours of the shop opening.  The content itself is somewhat bizarre, with much of the artwork rather eccentric compared to the heyday, and full of odd in-jokes (Korky The Cat is appparently still bitter about being forced off the cover by Desperate Dan forty years ago, rivalling Ted Heath for holding a grudge).  But towards the end you get a real sense of the end of an era, with all the characters joining Paul McCartney for a singalong.  Just as The Dandy and The Beano pushed back boundaries in the post-war years by publishing a diet of mischief and cartoons, so today's kids are looking for something new.  There's no point force-feeding them something just because their parents and grandparents read it, in the same way as they themselves shunned the tedious "adventure stories for boys"-type larks that were commonplace before the heyday of the comics.   


The Cockup of the Year Award

Apple Maps.  I'm not even going to go there as you know the story.  But full credit to Tim Cook for admitting that there had been a balls-up and allowing the replacement Google Maps app onto the App Store. At the end of the day they swapped a good product for an inferior one in order to piss off a competitor, and for most people it is a daily reality that they will use a variety of products and services from a number of compettiors rather than doing the geek think of only ever using Apple or Google or whatever.  Take muggins here as an example.  At home I have a Windows laptop, an iPhone and an iPad and use Google's Blogger and YouTube.  At work it's no different: our technology division has decided the company will use Macbooks, but with Google Mail and Drive.  But guess what?  We still have Microsoft Office too.  This kind of approach isn't in any way a contradiction and I would put money on being the reality for most, but you hear precious little about it from technology journalists who seem convinced one company will eventually emerge victorious.

Not staged at all

The "Oh God There's Not Long To Go Now" Award

When I started writing this blog, in April 2011 I was pretty sure that I'd be proposing to my girlfriend in the near future.  I even thought it'd be a good running joke to make every blog title a reference to that and see if anyone noticed, but I only did that once and then realised it was a terrible idea.  The piece I wrote after Kate and I got engaged is somewhat incredibly one of the most read articles on this blog, so I can only presume most of my Facebook friends and Twitter followers never bother clicking on the rubbish I write when I'm not having a life-changing event.  But somehow it's now been a year and a half since I popped the question and we're just four months away from IT ACTUALLY HAPPENING!  I'm sure I'll write more about it nearer the time so I'll keep this brief.  I.  Cannot.  Wait.

Have a great Christmas and I hope you enjoy 2013 as much as we intend to!

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

You Should Try Viewing


I can't quite believe that it's now ten years since my parents dropped me off at Eden's Court at the University of York for the first time.  The time has flown ridiculously quickly.  Of course the anniversary itself is fairly meaningless but it does give pause for thought that an entire decade has passed since I started university, and in particular since I joined something that's had a huge effect on my life - YSTV.  So I thought I would write a piece about my time as a student.  You'll notice few references to things outside of YSTV, and that's in part due to them being a bit unmemorable (daily grind of lectures/seminars etc) but mainly it's a reflection of my uni years as a whole.  I spent an incredible amount of time within those walls, and much of the socialising and nights out were also with the same people.  I apologise in advance for the length of this blog: it's long, it's self-indulgent, but if I don't write it down now then no doubt I'll forget it all as old age descends!
Edens Court House F - my first year home

In a weird way I don't think I was that nervous when I arrived in York on Sunday 6th October 2002.  I think I'd done the whole nerves-about-going-away thing over the previous few years, come through it and resigned myself to just getting onto it.  It certainly helped that I found I'd been placed in a room next door to someone who went to my secondary school, surely a huge coincidence (although we later found out we had absolutely nothing in common...ho hum).  Despite getting my accomodation application in super-quick I ended up being placed in a somewhat random collection of student houses just outside the main campus.  As we all found out, Eden's Court was an odd little place.  Apparently the uni's first experiment in building housing off the Heslington campus, it comprised of eight houses with ten rooms each.  It was nice enough and far from the oldest accommodation available but certainly hadn't aged well, and was a world away from the shiny new rooms featured in the prospectus.  Whilst Halifax College was even further away from the main campus, it did boast a much greater number of students, and also facilities such as a laundrette, a computer room, a bar and a small supermarket.  We had none of that so somewhat missed out on the first year "campus" experience.  Finally despite being part of Derwent, our facilities were handled by Halifax, and to top it off our nearest college was actually Goodricke.  I was lucky in that I was housed with some great people, one of whom I'd live with for all three years of uni.  Less lucky was that I was placed in a house of ten boys, after seven years in an all-boys' school.  I then completed my male decade my moving into a house of seven boys the following year.  After looking forward to a fresh start on that front, someone up above seemed to be making it very difficult to actually meet the opposite sex. 
In F21 during my first year.  Mini Discs!  Amazing

I'll put my violin away now though.  I was studying Politics and Sociology, which I'd chosen - amusingly - as the grades required for the joint degree were lower than straight politics.  In the event this proved to be a good move, as the way the two were split allowed me to avoid the weirder/more boring/harder elements of each subject, and the joint degree places less emphasis on the disseration.  In a way all this didn't matter as I'd chosen York with as much an eye on the extra-curricular activities as the academic.  I'd already known for a few years that I wanted to move into the media for my career, but having been advised to steer clear of media degrees I instead looked for student TV and radio stations to get involved in. York had both.  I'd visited York Student Television very briefly during my open day in October 2001, and on the same visit had fallen for the lovely campus set round the lake.  So upon arriving a year later I wasted no time in signing up for both YSTV and University Radio York (URY) at Freshers' Fair, and whilst other freshers would head straight out to the student events and club nights I ended up devoting most of my time to these societies.  I now wish I'd spent more time on the social side of things in those early days, but as a geeky chubby eighteen-year-old I suppose I was more comfortable sticking to what I knew!
My first appearance on YSTV, 14th October 2002.  I'm on the right.

My adventures at URY are documented elsewhere, but it had always been YSTV I'd been set on being a part of.  I hit the ground running after somewhat unexpectedly ending up co-presenting the first programme of the academic year after the scheduled host didn't turn up, but getting stuck in was harder then you might think.  There were just two regular shows for new members to get involved with - the twice-weekly news programme Bulletin and the fortnightly discussion show Bona Dicta.  The membership in the main was made up of final year electronics students, naturally resulting in a "techie" bias, whereas being a bit of a dunce in that area I was more interested in the productions themselves.  Although all very friendly and welcoming, most had known each other for three years already which made it harder as a newbie to "slot in", and it's fair to say in that first term I didn't really get too heavily involved beyond going along to what few programmes there were and the occasional meeting.   I remember one early station meeting I went to featured an hour-long discussion on how, where and when an SVHS tape machine could be repaired...   

Elections 2003: group shot after off-air, circa 2am

By the new year however I'd started to get to know people better and began to get involved a lot more.  Most of this came (in the way that YSTV members past and present will recognise) from the time honoured method of "hanging round the control room when you've nothing else to do".  Goodricke became a regular destination for me as a place I knew I could see a familiar face, and over the next three years I would spend more hours that I care to think sitting in that studio and control room killing time I should really have been spending studying.  The techie meetings would be balanced out by the time spent in the bar afterwards.  YSTV's closest was the legendary Goodricke Bar - later known as McQs, but correctly known as Goodricke Bar - and it was one of the best bars on campus. It was housed in an estate pub-style brick building overlooking the lake and featured a proper old-style pub (£1.50 a pint!) with great quiz machines and loads of cheesy Now albums on the jukebox.  Ace.  I got into a routine early in my first year of spending every Monday night there, with the following day's 9.15am lecture viewed through blurry eyes, followed by catching up with BBC2's comedy night on VHS in bed.  I lost many an evening in that place over my three years in York and was quite sad to see it was in the process of being demolished on a return visit last year.

Goodricke Bar: RIP

During my early days at YSTV I commentated on Games Disaster despite knowing virtually nothing about computer games, ending up announcing the wrong contestant as winner.  We filmed a world record head-shaving attempt at a local shopping centre, and I was quite chuffed at organising my own press pass to film Prince Philip opening a new building on campus - little did he know it was so we could poke fun at his gaffes in my upcoming ripoff of Have I Got News For You.  I also drew the station logo in heavy snow: the resulting sequence went onto win "Best Ident" at the National Student Television Awards (NaSTA) in Glasgow that April, which was a huge confidence boost.  YSTV was becoming a huge part of my uni life, and unfortunately for my degree it was about to get even bigger!
Nation Student TV Awards, Glasgow, April 2003

Towards the end of that first year it was all change.  In the spring term there had been an awkward moment when it was realised that taking into account graduations and years-out, there would be just four remaining active members of YSTV the following autumn.  Much of the summer term was therefore taken up with preparation for what was undoubtedly a daunting task for the fab four: trying to recruit an entire new generation of members all in one go to carry the station on whilst keeping the place ticking over in the meantime - oh, and maybe fitting in our degrees somewhere along the way.  The four of us took on a key role each - Chris was Treasurer, Ed became Technical Director, I would be Production Director and Dave took on the role of Station Director.  When I was stood for election in my new role I was perhaps a little too blunt in saying that we had to make it a priority to soften the techie bias somewhat and start making more programmes, although it was agreed that this was the direction that was needed.  The society received a relatively large grant from the students' union, and to outsiders it looked as if this was being spent on a few ancient TVs showing static captions and Sky 1 for most of the day.  The great legacy of the previous few years was that the station itself was in superb technical shape, with the icing on the cake being a new "video server" which we could replay our programmes from.  Previously the schedules had been filled with simulcasts of other channels, with the only YSTV contributions tending to be live and infrequent.  This meant that our prescence on our monitors around campus was actually quite slim, and it had become a campus joke - aided by the frequently vile student press - that "all YSTV shows is The Simpsons".  I wanted to fill our schedules with our own programmes and cut down the simulcasts to an absolute minimum, and the video server - helped by some scheduling software written by Dave - arrived at the perfect time to do that.

The studio, June 2003, with the new YSTV Week set in place

One of my first moves as Production Director was to revamp our news programme.  Bulletin had been running for six years - a long time in the university cycle - and no-one really seemed to have their heart in it anymore.  It didn't really feature much campus news (which obviously we could in theory do very well) instead focusing on local and national news which inevitably was re-hashed from other outlets.  It also ran twice a week for no obvious reason, taking up valuable studio time.  News was always the key part of the station that people wanted to get involved with - the number of budding journalists at uni always surprised me - so it was important to be ready for the autumn term and the new influx.  So in May 2003 we relaunched as YSTV Week.  As the name suggests the new show ran weekly, and aimed to be a "review" of the previous seven days on campus, cunningly enabling it to be repeated on the video server for the rest of the week until the next edition was made.  The show also had a bright and modern new set (inherited from that year's election night programme), title sequence and theme tune.  Indirectly the relaunch of the show would come to have huge personal significance for me, as in January 2004 a girl called Kate wandered into the station asking if she could get involved in the programme.  Not that I started it purely to meet girls, you understand. 
17 Carlton Avenue: home for my second and third years

Meanwhile, in the summer of 2003 we had bid farewell to our graduating members and really were down to what later was referred to as the "gang of four".  Outside of YSTV (yes, there was still an outside!) I'd moved into a very nice shared house with six other second-years, one of whom I'd lived with in the first year but the other five I had met through other people.  I enjoyed this side of uni a lot more than the previous year but I was not alone in my insane dedication to a university society.  My housemates included active members of URY, the campus Lib Dems and Tories, and one even started their own debating society.  This meant 17 Carlton Avenue was frequently quiet, the peace punctuated only by the occasional sound of gunfire - the one housemate not involved in much other than his degree being addicted to shoot-em-up computer games instead.  Meanwhile back in Goodricke, the period in the run-up to the start of term and the assocaited recruitment drive was hugely exciting but also very nerve-wracking.  There was no doubting we had a huge, huge job on our hands.  I think in some ways we were slightly naive as we didn't consider at all what might happen if we failed to attract much new membership.  In retrospect, it's likely we would have faced at least serious down-sizing and possibly even closure, as the students' union couldn't have justified giving such amazing facilities and budget to what one of the campus papers cuttingly had a habit of calling "minority geek soc". 
Signing up new members at Freshers' Fair, October 2003

Amazingly, we got away with it.  Despite our diminutative numbers and our male and geeky image, we managed to convince enough freshers that we were worth getting involved with.  After a period as just a foursome we suddenly had large numbers of people trying to get involved, and this is where it got really tough.  With just four of us, we all ended up having to attened every single programme we transmitted in order to help train and shadow the new crew members.  The first YSTV Week of the academic year was comical, going on air nearly forty minutes late and being riddled with cockups as a result of the inexperience of the crew.  We brought back Games Disaster as another way of getting involved - without appreciating the huge technical side of filming a computer games tournament, resulting in many freshers having to sit around for hours with nothing to do whilst waiting for elements to be set up.  At the same time we were trying to get various other new shows going for new members.  Fitting in our degrees as well was exhausting!

Off The Cuff.  Krazy with a K

Our biggest failure of this period was called Off The Cuff, a music and chat show which as the name suggests was entirely improvised, and was staged using an extra vision mixer that had been donated to the station earlier in the year.  The idea, suggested by one of the outgoing members, was to recreate the Children's BBC "broom cupboard" concept of a presenter sitting in a small set doing quick, unscripted links in between programmes - or in our case, music videos - whilst operating most of the technical side themselves.  We thought this would be a great way of getting budding presenters on air without needing half a dozen crew members next door running the show, with the nostalgic "broom cupboard" angle as a hook as to what we were trying to do, and helping fill some dead afternoon airtime in the process.  That was the idea.  In the event it was a nightmare.  What we forgot was that most wannabe presenters simply wanted to read a pre-written script to camera and could not improvise a link to save their life, so would dry on air frequently.  We also ended up having to use VHS machines for the music videos, which themselves were recorded from music channels, so were difficult to control and cue.  We made some of the worst television ever transmitted in that corner of the studio, but did have a lot of fun using it during Freshers' Week and for our revived Children In Need marathon broadcast.  After trying and failing to launch the regular weekday slot a couple of times we finally gave up in February 2004.  This was a shame but at the time it needed someone to devote a lot of time to get it going which was exactly what it was supposed to avoid!
NaSTA, April 2004, and one of the biggest hauls of awards YSTV has ever received!

On the plus side, I recruited a news editor for YSTV Week meaning I could turn my attention elsewhere, and in November 2003 launched something I'd wanted to do for some time - a television review programme, which ended up being called Small Screen.  It didn't have the greatest of starts.  The first edition was beset with technical cockups caused by trying to play out the numerous lengthy video clips, something YSTV's ageing playout Mac was unaccustomed to.  In additon, as with Off The Cuff no-one was particularly keen on filling the on-screen pundit roles, so I ended up doing it myself with my housemate Tom.  In one of those weird quirks of fate this ended up working quite well, and we re-formatted the show to be just us two, talking about the TV we'd watched that fortnight whilst wandering round the YSTV control room and whatever studio sets were in place that day using a roaming camera.  It gave the show a real "behind the scenes" feel that was totally different to anything else on the network.  To our amazement the programme won "Best Light Entertainment Programme" at NaSTA 2004, which once again was a huge boost to our confidence, and after that we really threw ourselves into the programme which until then had been a bit of a schedule-filling excercise.  NaSTA that year in particular was a great success - two awards and two highly commended certificates, which at the time was the best the station had ever got at the ceremony.  I think Dave and I in particular felt that it vindicated all the work we'd put in trying to relaunch so much of the output in the previous year.  Things were looking up!
"Survivors' Photo" at the end of Elections 2004...circa 4am!  March 2004

March 2004 brought the big one: the annual student union election night programme.  Acknowledged by all as the biggest challenge of the YSTV calendar, this live seven-hour OB from the election results event in Derwent College was always a huge task for techies and production-types alike, and as was customary as Production Director I volunteered to produce it with new news editor James.  The previous year had not been a total success, going on air ninety minutes late, struggling with numerous technical issues and a protracted de-rig resulting in the final bits of equipment not being returned to HQ until 7am the following morning.  Given the reduced headcount this year, and in particular the lack of previous experience, we all agreed there had to be a change in format.  The main presentation team, graphics presenter and control room would remain at the existing studio in Goodricke - meaning much less equipment had to be moved half a mile to the OB in Derwent, where we'd film interviews, a panel and of course the results themselves.  It was a huge (and not always entirely successful) challenge co-ordinating two different control rooms, with one often shouting down the phone at the other wanting to be put on air.  Overall however, to our great relief, it worked.  We produced a show that we could be proud of and indeed received much praise for, in particular from one of our guest political pundits who said that despite previously knowing only the negative press from the campus rags, he had seen a society working positively together and making something rather special in the process.  Elections 2004 was the biggest challenge in my whole time at YSTV but also the thing I'm most proud of, particularly as the split-site format ended up being retained until 2008, well after we'd all left.
NaSTA 2004 - spoof BBC One ident in our "Golden Bodge"

As a result of all this effort I was starting to feel a bit exhausted by the whole YSTV experience.  I was halfway through my degree, which was clearly suffering, and yet despite our success at relaunching the society it was very much only a victory within the York bubble.  The campus rags continued their petty criticisms of us and our output, and this really got to me.  I penned a letter in response to one particular untruth they printed.  It was published, but duly followed the next edition by another barbed criticism of us.  I've no idea what they were trying to achieve, but their real bile was aimed at the other student paper, Nouse.  Talk about two bald men fighting over a comb.  We tried to get our own back where we could.  We later filmed a sketch for Small Screen where Kate sat in the toilets saying there was no toilet paper, but then found a copy of York Vision on the floor and said that this would do.  As they were free and you could take them home with you the papers did carry huge influence, and it took a long time for the perceptions of student media to shift. This sporadically included URY, where I was presenting regularly and (utterly bizarrely) had to tread a careful line sometimes in what I said on air about my "other" campus media involvement.  All this didn't help my worries about spending so much time in the station.  There was also no guaruntee that all this effort would actually help our careers in the long run, so at the back of my mind I did have a slight niggle that this would all turn out to be a huge waste of time.  And, from a personal persective, I was still very single, which was starting to become more of a priority than making programmes no-one was watching. 
Second year house photo
In May 2004 the new generation essentially took the reins as the AGM was held and all the roles were recontested, meaning the "gang of four" could all step back and take a breather.  Unfortunately this signalled the start of the most unpleasant incident in all my time at YSTV.  Dave had done a great job as Station Director, and his replacement was a nice, quiet, pleasant guy who'd joined the previous autumn.  He seemed keen and was a safe pair of hands, so in that most YSTV of ways was elected unapposed because no-one wanted the confrontation of standing against him.  Once elected however we started noticing worrying traits such as talking condescendingly to the membership, treating the station as if it were a political society and getting into arguments over the powers he was given by the constitution, which had never really concerned people before.  This situation developed gradually over the term creating an unpleasant atmosphere in the station until it became clear there was a choice: soldier on or "no confidence" and get a replacement in time for the autumn's fresher recruitment drive.  After much thought and private discussion, we went for the latter.  After a fairly miserable EGM the motion was passed, and the position reverted to Dave.  I still wonder today whether we did the right thing.  It may all sound very petty now but it's difficult to describe how unhappy a lot of us became with the way a society that was basically a group of friends mucking about making TV programmes suddenly became polarised and argumentative.  But there are darker elements of the story we're still unwilling to put into print today, more than eight years on, and you'll have noticed I haven't named the guy in question.  To his eternal credit he remained on good terms with us all, although understandbly no longer involved with YSTV.  The whole period left a sour taste in the mouth and I think after it was all over it helped pull the team together as moved towards the new academic year.

Some of our members at the York University Media Awards, June 2004

Whilst all this was going on, I was having my own "no confidence" period.  In a nutshell, after the huge effort of the previous two terms, I was looking forward to stepping back a little bit and enjoying other parts of uni life that I'd perhaps missed out on so far.  I ended up exhausted and a bit of a mess - you could hear it in my not-so-subtle choice of songs on my URY shows of the period - and at times it's fair to say my general outlook was perhaps not 100%.  Unsurprisingly my degree suffered, but less expected was me losing quite a bit of weight.  Not all bad then.  I ended the term receiving disappointing exam results, which clearly signalled that things had to change.  The first turning point was a very happy moment during YSTV's Summer Expedition to Dublin.  Since she joined the station at the start of the year Kate and I had got along very well indeed, initially just having a laugh whilst the news was put together on a Thursday afternoon and then becoming closer as she got more involved.  It seems amazing now that it took us nearly six months to realise what must have seemed obvious to everyone else and get together, which we finally did in a random pub in Dublin on 3rd July 2004.

Me and Kate, December 2004.  And if I hadn't put the date you could have guessed by the Bo Selecta poster.

For my final year at uni I resolved to take a step back from YSTV and devote more time to uni work.  Well, that was the plan.  As any YSTV-addict will know, that control room is a time vortex.  You can rock up at 10.15am after your first lecture to "see who is there" and still find yourself there in the late afternoon, having lost the best part of a day.  The only option at busy times was complete abstinence, so I was almost completely uninvolved in the Freshers' 2004 push as I concentrated on essays and exams.  That term also had an extra module for us joint-degree-ers (with the final disseration therefore counting for less), meaning I more or less had no choice to pull back a bit.  In a somewhat prescient move I still found time to be the "scheduler" for the station, something I'd enjoyed doing whilst Production Director, and I continued with Small Screen every fortnight, which by now was co-hosted by Kate - in restrospect a rather early move into Richard and Judy territory. 
Stereotypes - Kate's discussion show set in a 90s teenage girl's bedroom - October 2004

Rowan had been elected as our new Station Dictator - I mean Director (oh, how we laughed - somewhat uncharitably as he did a good job with the role).  We also had a great new generation of freshers who were getting involved in YSTV's output.  A welcome development in YSTV that year was far more "socials", as they were politely known (piss-ups would be more accurate).  It was an area of uni life I felt I hadn't done enough of so far, so we all made a point of going to each club in town in turn, not such a difficult task as York only had four.  Once this was complete, for a bit of a joke, we went to the "gay night" at Toffs.  I say "gay night" as York's not exactly cosmopolitan make-up meant that it wasn't exactly Heaven in there, but with lots of cheesy tunes and cheap drinks it was a good laugh.  We had an amazing night and "Big Gay Sunday" was born.  It became a regular social throughout our final year and has somewhat legendary status now amongst that generation of members.  The highlight had to be the weekly B*Witched medley - C'est La Vie, Rollercoast AND Jessie Hold On!  Big Gay Sunday 2 even saw the start of two intra-YSTV relationships...straight ones, before you ask...
The YSTV crew at the first ever Big Gay Sunday, November 2004

Kate had become news editor in the AGM that year and was doing great things to YSTV Week, the programme I'd launched a year earlier.  She was really making it live up to the format I'd envisaged (and more), but due to my lack of journalistic talent - or perhaps talent in general - hadn't really been able to realise.  Originally the news programme had suffered a little from lack of content, especially filmed reports, giving rise to the tongue-in-cheek slogan "packed with fact".  By the end of 2004 the opposite problem was happening, with the weekly edition frequently clocking in at around forty minutes, an incredibly achievement for an amatuer operation and of huge credit to Kate, Kat, Lucy, Will and all the others who worked on the show in that period.  It was well-deserved when the show won Best Programme at the York University Media Awards the following summer, and since the programme came to an end in June 2006 it's fair to say no subsequent news programme on the station has been as consistent, regularly aired and substantial as the period when Kate and her successors were in charge.  Kate also took on producing Elections 2005, and was able to "benefit" from my experience of the year before.  The elections programme that year ironed out the issues from the year before and was a genuinely watchable, impressive broadcast, with amazing hit figures on the website. 

The "news biatches" celebrate success at the YUMAs, June 2005

This was another huge change that year: YSTV's output had finally gone online, thanks to huge efforts on the computing side by Dave, a student union president who was keen to uphold his pledges and the university finally saying "oh go on then".  Although the "live stream" could initially only be viewed on campus, the "on demand" programming that most people would go to first could be viewed worldwide.  Finally, the work we were doing could be viewed properly, and we started seeing the results almost immediately.  As well as impressive hit figures we had a jaw-dropping moment at that year's NaSTA awards where one of STOIC's (Imperial College, London) members approached YSTV to say he was a huge fan of Small Screen.  In the summer term that year we did something I was really proud of: a proper student TV exchange, directly as a result of going online.  A few of us visited London to take part in the final "Matt and Dave Show" on STOIC, and a couple of weeks later Matt and STOIC Station Manager John repaid the favour and appeared on the final Small Screen.  I'm still friends with some of the STOIC group today.

YSTV at the YUMAs, June 2005

By now time was ticking away for all of us in our final year and our degrees started to take priority (better late than never...).  I remember the sitcom-style situation of us writing of our disserations, as most of us were self-imprisoned in our student house, distracting each other more than if we'd been out in the library or a computer room.  I discovered a strange fondness for washing up in that period as it meant I didn't have to go back to my room and the tyranny of the word count.  Lunch break was a generous 12pm-2pm, and Tom, Simon and I developed a rather strange ritual - listening to a trio of songs in the kitchen to distract ourselves from work.  They were "Falling Stars" by Sunset Strippers, "Is This The Way To Amarillo" by Tony Christie and, most bizarrely of all, "Doctor In Distress" by the aptly named Who Cares?  As to why, your guess is as good as mine, but I think the cabin fever was starting to send us insane.  Somehow during this period I managed to keep Small Screen going every fortnight, probably as part of my slightly bonkers aim to not miss a single edition in my final year. 
Good Morning Campus - Kat and I go out with a bang by doing breakast TV, 27th June 2005

My final week as a student was, um, busy.  On the Monday we put out a special one-off programme called "Good Morning Campus" - we basically wanted to see if we could get up stupidly early and do a breakfast show.  We could, and it was ace.  Tuesday was my final York University Media Awards, which was as drunken as you'd expect.  Wednesday was the final Small Screen - and my last live show at YSTV.  As well as the previously mentioned STOIC crossover, we had the best bits from the two years of the show and even dug-out clips of our first appearances on the station.  We ended with our best bits, a Small Screen cake Tom had made, a bottle of bubbly and a few words from me about how chuffed I was about the position YSTV was in as we left.  I was genuinely delighted that not only did we have a well-staffed station full of great people, we were making programmes virtually every night of the week and we were putting them out online for the world to see.  We'd also won Highly Commended Best Broadcaster at that year's NaSTAs - a huge achievememt.  Although I was happy to leave on a high there was also a bit of jealously I wouldn't be around anymore to enjoy the "golden age" I still believe we were lucky to be part of at that point.  On Friday 1st July 2005 - my final day as a student - I got my degree result: 2:1, as much as I'd wished for and more than a bit jammy given the time I'd spent in the previous three years doing (ahem) "other things".  On Saturday I presented my final URY show, following which we all went home, watched Live 8, had a barbeque and maybe consumed a drink or ten.  And on Sunday Kate and I celebrated the small landmark of our first anniversary.  We hung around in York for another three weeks (with Kate moving her stuff into my room - a chilling portent of what I had to look forward to) during which we had that year's YSTV Summer Expedition (to, um, Yorkshire), Gradball, and Graduation itself, before finally leaving the city on Friday 22nd July 2005.  As much as I admit I look at much of my uni days with rose-tinted glasses, I was genuinely gutted as I cleared my room out and we drove away.  I think what stopped it being worse was that the best thing that had happened to me in York was still going to be around!

Kate and I both ended up working in London quite quickly after graduation - we were so lucky, and had YSTV to thank.  Kate's work on the news and in particular Elections 2005 helped her become a documentary researcher, and my enthusiasm for YSTV's scheduling enabled me to get a foot in the door working for ITV presentation, where I still am today.  What was unusual is that we were the first generation of ex-YSTV-ers to be able to properly keep up with the station after leaving York, intially through watching online on the website and later through the social media that was starting to emerge at that point.  This was more difficult that I'd expected, as you'd be constantly looking in on what your old friends were up to back in York, whilst having to go to work all day earning peanuts in a city where we barely knew anyone.  Unsurprisingly we re-visited York quite a few times over the first year or two, meeting a lot of the great new intake and helping out with the big programmes, often more than we had expected.  At Elections 2006, liberated from producing and directing, I stupidly volunteered as a presenter.  I ended up hosting the interview and panel set, so had less than 24 hours to swot up on the student politics I'd been away from for nearly a year (and had never been that knowledgeable about anyway).

One of our many trips back to York: Kev's 21st birthday (80s themed, in case you thought we always dressed like that), February 2006

We also attended another couple of NaSTAs.  The epic conference that was co-hosted by YSTV in Leeds in 2006 passed by in a drunken blur, and we again won the Highly Commended Best Broadcaster award.  I also had the honour of interviewing special guest Greg Dyke in front of hundreds of delegates, this time because no-one else wanted to do it!  However, we knew we'd have to stop visiting at some point and so we set ourselves the 40th anniversary of YSTV in 2007 as a point at which to throw the towel in, by which point all the people we'd been at uni with would have graduated.  In truth the signs came well before that, as we found ourselves perhaps not getting the thanks we deserved for spending a lot of money on train tickets and sacrificing weekends to push trolleys of equipment around campus.  The final show I was involved in was the YSTV40 broadcast in November 2007, where Tom and I were interviewed about our memories of presenting Small Screen and Children In Need - culminating, fittingly, in us both being custard-pied.  And that was that. 

Back and in the hot seat with Simon, Elections 2006

Although not visiting YSTV anymore we did carry on visiting York roughly annually, it being somewhere that all of us had fond memories of and knew where we could have a good night out. We often visited as a group with a number of our friends from that had also moved down to the capital - indeed at one point we had a bit of a running joke that we were part of a seperate society called "YSTV London".  What remaining ties we did have with the station came to an abrupt end in the summer of 2008 when our user accounts on the YSTV website were deleted without notice.  This was something I'd fully expected to happen at some point but not quite in the manner it did - with us, upon enquiring, being told by one of the current members that they "couldn't be expected to maintain accounts for people who hadn't been around for years".  After spending much time and money visiting and supporting the station in the years after graduation it came as a bit of a kick in the teeth, not at all in the spirit with which we'd worked with ex-members.
Revival of Big Gay Sunday coinciding with YSTV's 40th anniversary - 1st July 2007

What none of us expected was a small reconnection with the society a few years later.  YSTV has always gone in cycles - from the techie group I joined to the fairly production-biased group that I left, and similarly the group in 2008 that were largely uninterested in ex-members had by 2011 been replaced by a new team who had, like us, become interested in the archive that the station held (lovingly stored in piles in the corridor betwee the studio and the control room).  Through Twitter (some of that social media that had been making us feel ancient as none of it was around when we were students) we got talking to some of the current members, who had kindly said we should pop in if we were in York.  In November 2011 Tom, Kate and I returned to the station for the first time in many years, and even managed to get shown around URY, which we hadn't visited since graduation.  We met more of the current members at a York Alumni event at BAFTA a few weeks later, all of which gave me an idea.  How about we mark ten years since we started uni by all visiting York again as a group the following year?
With the founder of YSTV and some of the current members at a York Alumni event at BAFTA, November 2011

After a fair bit of juggling with the dates, we settled on our "anniversary" trip to York being in May 2012.  Eight of us - Kate, Tom, Rowan, Dave, Rick, Sarah, Kev and myself - descended on YSTV.  It was really lovely to be back and be quite touching to be given such a warm welcome by the current members.  The Saturday of our visit turned into a day trip - following the studio visit, lunch in the new student union bar in Langwith, followed by a trip to the new Heslington East campus - announced in my first week as a student but only recently opened.  Then came the Charles XII pub in Heslington and the new Lounge bar in what is now James College (following Goodricke's relocation to the new campus) before finally staggering home around midnight.  Much credit, thanks and cross-generational love is due to the wonderful crew who brought us back into the fold, listened to us blather on about the old days and gave us such a good day: Mike, Steve, Sarah, both Emmas, Sam, Viv, Vivan, Michael and Chris.  It was a lovely footnote to our time in YSTV to be given such a warm welcome back and to see such interest in what went before.  Fittingly it was this team who, at this year's NaSTA awards, won the Best Broadcaster award - a first for YSTV to be officially the best student station in the UK, and much deserved.
Back in the YSTV studio - May 2012

With wonderful timing the very week of my tenth anniversary of starting at uni saw a York Alumni event aimed at graduates working in the media.  Nominally it was supposed to facilitate networking, but we found ourselves talking to so many YSTV members from the past decade that the host had to discourage people standing in "YSTV cliques".  I wish I could go back in time to the days of the "gang of four" and say that in the future there will be so many YSTV graduates knocking about that they will need to be split up and told to mingle!  It was a real moment of realisation on the sheer influence of a little idea for a society someone had in 1967 that people still identify themselves by their membership of it years after leaving York.  We all have something pretty cool in common no matter what era we're from, so it was perhaps no surprise that a large group of us from various points across the last ten decade ended up in the pub afterwards and with rather sore heads the following morning.  So as I reach the tenth anniversay of starting uni I can definitely say that those who say the your school days are the best days of your life are talking bollocks.  I had so, so much fun at York, and am so lucky to have met the people I did and have such a great time.  I owe YSTV a lot.  I can say without doubt it's given me a career, friends for life, and of course the best bit of all: Kate and I are getting married next April.  Thanks York. 


In true Big Brother style, I'll end on the best bits.  Look out for mine and Kate's first appearances (both seperately and together), the dreaded Off The Cuff, James harrassing geese, Kat and I nailing breakfast TV, Richard fixing the newsdesk mid-broadcast, me "doing" The Crystal Maze and the infamous Children In Need "pie attack".  And yes, Kate is the person giving Tony Blair rhythm.  I hope you enjoy it.  Before we go, a last look at the clock...