This is intended for those among you who – like me – enjoy looking through other people’s photograph albums. It’s a random selection of highlights and memories from a busy and rewarding career in broadcasting.
… some early publicity pictures. Butter wouldn’t melt!
On the road at home…
Being kicked out of the Criccieth B & B owned by the actor Stewart Jones, where we had all been staying while on a tour throughout Wales with Ryan and Ronnie. Feeling the toe of Stewart’s boot are (top to bottom) Ronnie Williams, me, the singer Bryn Williams, Ryan Davies and, flat out at the front, the veteran broadcaster Alun Williams. It was all set up, of course, much to the amusement of the children cheering through window.
We undertook several of these tours throughout Wales and played to packed theatres each night because Ryan and Ronnie were immensely popular with Welsh television audiences. Ryan was a mercurial, highly motivated individual, able to turn his considerable talents to almost any branch of entertainment. Sadly, those whom the gods love die young and we lost Ryan when he was just 40 years old.
There were Outside Broadcasts, too…
Here, at the Triton in Liverpool for Poems and Pints, again with Ryan Davies and the actor Norman Rossington.
In Llangefni with Max Boyce (without his giant leek) and the late Philip Madoc before he appeared in Dad’s Army as a German U-boat captain, prompting Captain Mainwaring’s classic admonition: ‘Don’t tell him, Pike!’
With the musician and broadcaster Steve Race, a cherished snapshot from the occasion when we were both presenting programmes from the Llangollen International Eisteddfod, Steve for BBC1 and I for BBC Wales television.
… and abroad…
On a six-week tour of Norway for NATO in the seventies with the harmonica virtuoso Tommy Reilly, his singer/songwriter son David (top right) and Norwegian musician Sigmund Groven.
Several years later, in my decade as an independent producer, I made a documentary in the US about the Welsh-American singer Thomas Ll. Thomas, known as ‘The Voice of Firestone’ because he presented The Firestone Hour, a live classical music programme shown coast-to-coast in America every Sunday night. He, like me, had been brought up in Maesteg before the family emigrated to Pennsylvania. I caught up with his widow, Celia, in Phoenix, Arizona.
I can hardly call Cornwall ‘abroad’, particularly since my great-great grandmother was from Penzance! But ‘Noswyth Lowen’, too, was made in my days as an ‘indy’ producer/director. It was a Christmas show in the Cornish language recorded as an Outside Broadcast for the now defunct TSW, nd starring Benjamin Luxon and Susan Penhaligon. It earned me a Bronze medal at the Celtic Film Festival that year. (Yes, Pudsey Bear and I have always been close friends but he was nothing to do with this show!)
And lastly, friends and family …
… not that I differentiate between them. My family are my friends and vice versa. Over the years, I’ve shared many a platform and recording studio with my sister, Ann. Here we’re posing in 18th century costume in a photo shoot for an album cover. And, at last, I’ve managed to persuade my other half, Jonah, that – after 35 years together – I’d like a decent photograph of him. This one was taken by our friend Lis McDermott, who also took my photograph on the Home page. (Thanks, Lis!)
I do hope you enjoyed leafing through the album.