First of all you have to realise that I am much older than any of you. I have watched Hugh Laurie throughout his career with appreciation of his towering intellect, humility, musicianship, writing and acting skills but only mild interest otherwise. HOUSE is something else. Something else entirely. It is though he was created for the role and the role created for him. Hugh Laurie as Gregory House has reminded me that I have hormones.
This is the first time I have read fan fiction and by now you would all realise the respect I have for the writers who are members of this website. There is a passion in this writing which is often now gone from the formulaic plotting of television drama.
I worked in the media for over three decades in UK and Australia. I started as a film cutter, cutting television news and current affairs before becoming the producer/director's assistant for The Queen Elizabeth II second Royal Tour of Australia. In England in the sixties and early seventies, I worked as a unit publicist on major films at Pinewood, Twickenham and Lee International Studios. Films included KES director Ken Loach, THE VIRGIN AND THE GYPSY director Christopher Myles, PERFECT FRIDAY director Peter Hall and WATERLOO director Sergei Bondachuk. I also wrote articles for THE GUARDIAN, OGGI, TODAY'S CINEMA and NOVA. In Australia I have written over 100 hours of television drama two stageplays and hundreds of magazine and newspaper articles. Credits, a few of you might recognise, include THE SULLIVAN'S, CARSON'S LAW, THE FLYING DOCTORS, and HOME AND AWAY. Wrote the Episode of ZOO FAMILY which was nominated for an INTERNATIONAL EMMY. Nominations include 1984 AWGIE (Australian Writers Guild Award) for Best Serial Script, 1986 Greenroom Award for Best Australian Stage Play and have won two PENGUIN AWARDS. I have mentored and trained script editors, publicists and writers. In 1991 Chronic Fatigue Syndrome forced me to relinquish my career.
I did not write a word for ten years and then something happened. On October 19, 2001, when a tiny boat sunk north of Australia, 146 children, 142 women and 65 men died. A frisson of grief and understanding shot through me because the terror of a slow and painful death in violent and treacherous seas is not outside of my imagination. In 1941 an entire squadron took off from a Royal Navy aircraft carrier and never returned. They ceased to exist. The oldest airman was 22, he was the only married man, and his wife was pregnant. His child was born three months after his death. I am that child.
The 353 seemed to cry to me from the sea and allowed me to grieve for the first time for the father I never knew. And for the first time there was something I could do to honour the memory of my father who also lies in an unmarked watery grave. Every life is equal and every life should be acknowledged. My father was alive for me as never before when I founded JANNAH THE SIEVX MEMORIAL
http://sievxmemorial.org/ and I started to write again.