Do these things mean anything to you?
The Royal Lancaster Hotel in London, and 1967? How about The Institution of Electrical Engineers, and 1968? Does it help if I mention the beach at Brighton? A pavilion, or a caravan? A name, perhaps? John Wilson? History is a cruel medium. Not only are we condemned to repeat it, but we also forget its lessons. We are consistently poor at recording it with fidelity, and especially without bias. A cynic might echo the same sentiments about broadcasting. Maybe, back in the 1960s, when colour television was new, when channels were few, when adverts were a novel innovation, then the idea of having an International Broadcasting Convention that would still be running more than 40 years later, would fit the global mood of change, of hope, of peace, of love. The passing of those intervening…
