Cameraman based in Edinburgh, employed by ITN, working for ITV's Good Morning Britain covering stories all over the UK and the world. War Zones, World Cups, Royal Tours and many other less exciting assignments, like interviewing current and ex Prime Ministers have kept me busy over the years working in Breakfast Television since GMTV came on the scene back in '93 and regional TV before that. In 2009 I began to record what it is like to work, the often strange and long hours needed to bring the hard news, human interest and fluffy fun to the UK's TV screens in the morning, mostly broadcasting live.

Saturday, 20 June 2009

Are These "Your" Thongs Gentlemen?

Saturday 20th June

In the early hours of the morning the ship had quietly docked in the port of Naples

It was time to say good-bye to all the helpful folk onboard the Ruby Princess.

We gathered in the reception ready to go. Rachel was feeling a little bit under the weather after going for it last night.

The airport check-in area was a mass of sweaty bodies trying to get on their flights.

Deanne had a slight issue with the weight of one of her bags. It was a little bit over weight.

The solution was to put some of her stuff in to the tripod case which was well within the weight limits.

A few of our boxes including the tripod case had, as usual, to go to the out of gauge baggage belt.

In the airport at Naples all the things that go through that belt get thoroughly searched by a Security Officer.

We were somewhat surprised when he did not turn a hair as he unzipped a case brought to him by three burly chaps and found a treasure of slightly sweaty crop tops, skimpy shorts and a thong or two.

Mmmm Interesting!

Bye Bye Italy were off home!

The flight to Gatwick was OK.

When we arrived in Gatwick it took Rachel a bit longer than the rest of us to get to the baggage reclaim area. She was having to nip to leave little gifts to be delivered to the fish.

I said my good-byes and went upstairs to get my connecting flight to Edinburgh. I was feeling pretty knackered. Although enjoyable, it had been a long pretty full on busy week. A few of the things not getting to air is always frustrating whatever the reason.

I was not in a good frame of mind when I got to Edinburgh airport and, as usual called to order my taxi home to be told that the taxi account had been suspended. 

I did not have a great deal of cash with me to pay for the cab home. It was not a huge amount that I needed, but I had almost totally run out.

Three cheers now that it is possible to pay for taxis on a credit card.

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