James Thornett The views and opinions expressed here are my own and not those of the BBC, my employer.
Archive for March, 2007
Two more for the road
You know what it’s like… you spend ages waiting for a bus and then two come along at once. Judging by the number of people that reach this blog via cider related google searches there’ll be at least 2, if not 3, very happy people that the cider survey is back on track with another [...]
Cover art and personal radio
Generally speaking I’m not a picky/fussy type, nor am I a perfectionist by any stretch of the imagination. So why is it that, not only do I insist on going to great lengths to ensure all my music on iTunes has suitable cover artwork, but I religiously use only the exact artwork that is used [...]
clingfilm Photography explained
Following on from my first post, and after setting up a Flickr group dedicated to clingfilm photography, here’s a little more explanation of my initial ‘clingfilm’ images. The camera used was the one picture below which was left at my house after a Christmas party last year. An under five pound secret santa gift of [...]
clingfilm Photography
Hmm, not sure if they teach this in any of the manuals… …but… take the cheapest toy camera you can find, place a screen of screwed up cling film behind the shutter, slot in some very cheap colour film, and snap away. The results of my first attempts in Wales a couple of weeks ago [...]
Satchel Blue on iTunes
Andy‘s already beaten me to the big announcement, but for those that don’t already know… Birmingham based band Satchel Blue (yes, that’s us!) now have a track available to download via iTunes, and theoretically other music download stores, for 79p. Download here. This technically means that if enough of you purchased this track we could [...]
So I went to Wales…
… for a week and did some sightseeing (most impressively, Harlech Castle and Criccieth Castle), play a round of golf at Pen Y Berth (well, 9 holes anyway), walked up the 59th and the 40-somethingth highest peaks in Snowdonia (according to a book in the house we were staying in at Croesor), spent far too [...]
