Candid Camera
I arrived in the Inverness office this morning to be told that a cameraman was waiting to film me in one of the radio studios. Had I remembered this was going to happen I might have taken just a little more care in front of the bathroom mirror. In fact, had I been given just a little more notice I would have arranged for plastic surgery or put in a call to Hollywood to secure the services of a body double. As it was I barely had time to straighten my tie. Luckily I was wearing a shirt that I can actually manage to button at the collar. Yes, that one shirt.
The filming is all part of our internal communication process as we roll out new technology throughout ´óÏó´«Ã½ Scotland. My colleague Sharon Mair is the one who is actually managing those changes and, three months ago, we made our first little film to let staff know anout the timetable for training on new editing systems and so forth. That first film was so cheesy it almost gained cult status within the organisation. It also confirmed me in my choice of radio as a career.
Being a glutton for punishment, Sharon suggested we make a follow-up film...a sequel if you like...telling everyone what had happened in the last few months.
She drove up from Glasgow this morning for the filming and given that she must have crawled out of bed at five in the morning she looked a lot more fresh-faced and camera-ready than I could ever be. I have the kind of face that still looks squeezed in widescreen.
Of course they do say the camera puts five pounds on you. Now, what can I blame for the other six stone?
