There was a time when I read the local TV news with Anthony H. Wilson.
As a television presenter he had the rare ability to be the same human being in two dimensions as he was in three.
He also had the gift of writing out loud. What went down on paper and then came out of the telly was always Wilson.
Tony also enjoyed making things as difficult as possible for no apparent reason.
In 1985 he decided to mark the launch of the Liverpool based movie Letter to Brezhnev with a live report from the city.
The technology at his disposal was as follows: new but unreliable outside broadcast facilities in the shape of shiny blue Range Rovers with big antennae on top; ENG tapes for his packaged pieces; massive ACR cassettes for movie clips and other bits and bobs of archive footage; and quarter inch audio tape with which to play in music.
Wilson being Wilson decided to use everything and his script was a wonder to behold. When it landed on our desks it looked like a printout of the human genome. Continue reading “A LASTING MEMORY OF ANTHONY H. WILSON”