The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and native servants.

I watched “The best Exotic Marigold Hotel” on TV and was touched by the relationship between Maggie Smith who played the wheelchair bound Muriel Donnelly and the untouchable Indian servant woman who swept her room and served her meals. It was more than hotel service. It was whites with native servants; it was a touch... Continue Reading →

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and native servants.

I watched “The best Exotic Marigold Hotel” on TV and was touched by the relationship between Maggie Smith who played the wheelchair bound Muriel Donnelly and the untouchable Indian servant woman who swept her room and served her meals. It was more than hotel service. It was whites with native servants; it was a touch... Continue Reading →

On being in Norway as a military photographer

In Norway, I was tasked to make training film of military equipment operating under winter warfare conditions – short clips of, for example, modified grenades that didn’t sink into the snow, sledges adapted for transporting anti-tank weapons, winter engine covers for helicopters and so on. Cold intense work involving a lot of contact with different types of... Continue Reading →

On being a boy in 1950’s Gibraltar

Gibraltar.   There was an old Sherman tank to the rear of our crumbling block of flats.  It  served as the centre piece of a children’s play area.  It was wonderful.  Of course the tank’s open hatches had been welded immovable, and you couldn’t swivel the turret, or raise, or god forbid, fire the guns.  But... Continue Reading →

The Fleshpots of Singapore

Returned from front line service in Borneo, already wearing my hard won GSM medal ribbon, and now a hard-bitten decorated veteran of the laundry and bath unit, I launched myself with unbridled enthusiasm onto the fleshpots of Singapore. The rich cultural heritage of a noble island race was as nought to the likes of me... Continue Reading →

A Riotous time in Belfast – 1970 (clic on the photographs to enlarge the image)

Unity Flats was the rather ironic name given to a brutal 60’s style complex of catholic apartments, planted, more in hope than expectation, at a junction close to the Protestant Shankill Road. By the late 60’s when the Catholic civil liberties agenda had erupted into inter-community violence, it was quite possibly one of the most... Continue Reading →

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