This post by Rod Drury makes for very interesting reading as does his blog. I think that it is going to be interesting as the merger of the internet and TV continues. Thankfully content is still going to be the key to gaining audience. The audience is unforgiving, discerning and should never be under estimated. And in this loved up branded world we now occupy they decide what things are, we don’t tell them. Think about all the movies you were told were going to leave you spell bound with an experience you were never going to forget, I bet you did, forget - and very quickly. As the audience decides it is the content providers who best respond that will make or break the suppliers, we should all remember that in the main VHS, blue ray, betamax, DVD, HDTV, IPTV, VOD are wires and chips and simply a means to deliver. Crap content is unfortunately just as crap on HDTV as it would be on Low Def VHS. Content is the heart soul and mind. Those who say yes we’ll but that have a skill, those who sit with a blank sheet of paper and fill it with a great idea are few, far between and should be cherished. And I guess that was really the heart of the writers strike. Still one question, how are we going to pay for all this.
In 3C at Grove Junior Mixed infants Mrs Cripps banned the word nice from all her pupils vocabularies, I was 9 years old. I had a crush on Mrs Cripps and was very flustered the day she chose to sit at our table for lunch. We were having meat and two veg, with boiled potatoes. I speared a potato and put it in my mouth whole, I may as well have put strontium 90 in my mouth, the core temperature of that particular root vegetable was over 200 degrees and to this day I bear the internal scars . For fear of losing Mrs Cripps’ heart forever, I could not simply spit the potato out, instead I opted to cough it into my hand, disposing of the item under the table. All was well apart from the inability to talk through my injuries, but apart from rather watery eyes and red cheeks I had rescued the moment. Until, that is, Mrs Crips rose up from the table like the gorgeous Rubenesk women she was only to crash to the floor having slipped on a discarded potato.
What does all of this mean? People Have been nice to me this week. And it is Jolly nice. So I recount the above story and rejoyce in the use of the word nice. I have been rewarded with an award for my services to blogging.
I’ve been schmoozed by a schmoozer with the Power of Schmooze.
It’s the Power of Schmoozing I’m awarded for using.
Now I’m using this Power of Schmooze to amuse!
This could get confusing with all of this schmoozing.
The Power of Schmooze is not one to abuse.
Abuse and the Power of Schmooze will I lose.
Award more schmoozes the Power of Schmooze!
That’s best way of schmoozing. Now who should I choose?
I’ll give it to schmoozers who schmooze at their choosing.
It’s the Power of Schmoozing each of these schmoozers are using.
(Just think of the friends a non-schmoozer is losing)
I will on my next post add five people I think deserve the award. I wa nominated by Wonder Woman who is a great writer, you can view her fantastic blog disjointed intelligence or the original post.
This is what she said about me
Jonathan Glazier, I’m ashamed to say that I don’t know Jonathan very well. I know he’s a great schmoozer, and I love reading what he has to write. Now, with both of us having the official Power to Schmooze, I’m sure we’ll be Schmoozing pals in no time.
I have also had reviews for a couple of my other sites, people have been nice to me. Perhaps it is because I have read “The Secret”? I would have never thought a dyslexic who could barely write would have ever received any recognition of his writing ability.!
I have no idea why but someone stole my car last night. The reason I have no idea is summed up in this e-mail sent to my colleagues.
Clearly I was the recipient of the Luck Car Park space having had my car “keyed” then the window smashed and finally last night it was stolen.
Clearly Top Gear have got it wrong and despite the availability of new shaped Beatles, BMW’s and even a DB9 (lets face it no ones going to take a Holden) the most desirable car amongst thieves is the Subaru 1998 Forester complete with broken door seals, Christmas tree pine needles, used coffee cups and even the odd baby wipe.
If you thought New Zealand was a crime free paradise then think again.
I have developed a strange affliction when I type. I will CApitalise THe second letter of ANy WOrd I capitalise. This means that I am holding down the shift key for longer that I need to. NOw I have decided there can only be two possible causes. I am typing faster as a benefit of my increased output (see below) or I have a serious problem of coordination which can only mean MS, MOtor NEron or MAd COw.
I have spent most of my poor male life as a singleton and have eaten far beyond my quota of McDOnald’s, I am thinking of bringing a class action with the rest of the ISle of DOgs in the EAst of LOndon. It really came about on the completion of the drive through at the MAnchester ROad roundabout.
If anyone else can offer an explanation for this new affliction I would be most greatfull. If however, your explanation involves citing and serious medical complaint I, being male, would rather not know. I’ll wait until my finger stays idol for 3 or 4 letters and then go to the DOCTor……
I really don’t think anyone could be that interested but I’ve decided to make this site much more personal. The Next Big Thing.tv is going to be my TV blog and this is going to be my blog. I’m not sure what I’ll write as I already write about emigrating to New Zealand aged 45, with a nine month old and now she’s 3 we also have twins of nine moths and I’m 48 but feel 70! What was it again… oh yes having a young family keeps you young hummm, not over sure if that was a quote from a person with a young family or a fictitious principal from some daft US survey! Oh and I also write about being the dad of twins, don’t ask how I find time or I’ll start a blog called insomniacs anonymous! I am dyslexic yet I love writing now spell check and keyboards are my safety net but it was an expressive option denied my at school by ridicule and red pen. Perhaps that’s why I feel the need now. None of my blogs attract that much traffic. The most successful is the New Zealand Emigration story.
I’ll probably use this space to ramble on to myself and experiment with posts and their construction. But here you will get a personal view of the world as I see it. If I can find the time.
The BBC are bringing a new format to Saturday night, from you guessed it - Endemol. Its called “The One and Only”, now when I describe it you could be forgiven for thinking the title should be “Another Similar and Derivative” but that wouldn’t be Endemol’s style would it. Described as the battle of the tribute bands, I’ve seen that before (I’m sure Terry Wogan presented and it was on the Beeb) and the contestants are residential like Fame Academy, so I’ve definatly seen that before. And it’s got elements of Stars in Their Eyes, I know all about that one having directed 4 series myself.
I expect it will be a smash hit? Who knows anymore I hope it works, I hate to see anyones work not rating, we’ve all been there and none of us make non raters on purpose. Is this the next big thing, no I would say not.
I love the way the Ads on this site have displayed everything from the Chapple in Las Vegas to the Blue Sky hotel in Glasgow! You have to look at the first posts to really understand why! I’m going to put it down to my Dyslexia, I am dyslexic!
I also feel that I should point out this site is about Television, the media, format entertainment and TV production world wide. I think I need to write a few more TV words like production and producing. Perhaps mention that I didn’t go to film school or attend a media course but I have run directors training courses. I should say that I am a multi camera director and that I am a producer, executive producer and even writer.
I mention all this and the fact this site is my own personal view on this industry, the TV industry and media in general and the trade in ideas and formats, yes I mention all this in the hope that the advertisements in the site will change to something more appropriate, seems to work on the other pages.
MSNBC’s Mika Brzezinski refuses to talk about Paris Hilton on the Morning Joe show.
Now what is this? an honest attempt by a true Journalist to get back to the real news or a great You Tube clip in the making promoting the show. Is it great example of the news making the news. What are the ratings for this show? Is it up for renewal? Am I being very hard on Ms Brzezinski’s integrity? I agree with the sentiment but I’m a sucker for Hello and OK magazine and I love E! News. Hey we live in a world where a Zorse makes the news with the fantastic headline Zebra Crossing.
This could be the next big thing. It is a major company, going the whole way with video on the internet. Yes I know there are lots of companies that have video content on their sites, all the major news broadcasters etc etc. But this seems like CNN is saying that video is king, the written word is secondary. I must admit that I thought e-mail, messenger, web sites and the internet had reinvigorated the written word. I remember being forced at gun point to write my Christmas thank you letters in March, probably more as a result of my dyslexia than mere sloth. Since spell check and computing you can’t tear me away from the keyboard!
Was this turnaraound shortlived? Are we all going to go back to the sad mono culture of visual communication only and its throw away non permanence? No more e-mail and messenger just web cam or video messaging? No more reading of insightful editorial that stands as testament to the unjust no just video clips we watch and wipe?
I know I’m being a dinosaur but take it from a person so long denied the outlet of written communication, this is a joy. If i were making a video blog you have to look at me and listen. Perhaps that why topless news is so popular?
Yes there he is - the New UK Culture Secretary in Gordon Brown’s cabinet. I love the thought of a secretary for culture, at my University the culture secretary was head of entertainment! I must admit it is a job I’d love but I do miss the old title “Minister for the Arts”, I guess Culture is a better title? But what “culture” is he minister of and what is the “culture” of the UK at the moment? It is actually seems like a very wide and difficult brief. Is it the job of government to preside over a countries culture? Personally I do think it is the job of government to set up the systems that monitor the various bodies that over see cultural issues, Ofcom etc. I think that clearly it is the job of government to oversee the public spend on all things cultural like the BBC, the national performing arts that are publicly funded and our great galleries and museums. It just seems that the title is like having a minister for religion which I sure any Prime Minister would run away from rather quickly. So what should we call the minister of Culture? Humm perhaps that’s it, there isn’t an alternative. Click here for the Guardian’s Biog. And here for the Face Book Entry mentioned in the Article.
I was delighted to reat this following table though
Size:
Old Cabinet 23, new Cabinet: 22
Women:
Old Cabinet 8, new Cabinet 5
Scots:
Old Cabinet 5, new Cabinet 4
Ministers over 60:
Old Cabinet 5, new Cabinet 1
Ministers under 40:
Old Cabinet 2, new Cabinet 5 Average age:
Old Cabinet 54, new Cabinet 49
Sacked, resigned or demoted: 10
The item in bold has made my day, I am still one year younger than the team running the country. I don’t mind young, fresh faced policemen but politicians, no thank you!
In 3C at Grove Junior Mixed infants Mrs Cripps banned the word nice from all her pupils vocabularies, I was 9 years old. I had a crush on Mrs Cripps and was very flustered the day she chose to sit at our table for lunch. We were having meat and two veg, with boiled potatoes. I speared a potato and put it in my mouth whole, I may as well have put strontium 90 in my mouth, the core temperature of that particular root vegetable was over 200 degrees and to this day I bear the internal scars . For fear of losing Mrs Cripps’ heart forever, I could not simply spit the potato out, instead I opted to cough it into my hand, disposing of the item under the table. All was well apart from the inability to talk through my injuries, but apart from rather watery eyes and red cheeks I had rescued the moment. Until, that is, Mrs Crips rose up from the table like the gorgeous Rubenesk women she was only to crash to the floor having slipped on a discarded potato.
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