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What happens when I press this?
PR people just don’t do techy. And it’s wrong. Like most of my counterparts in agencies and in house teams across this part of Northern Europe, we were taught to write press releases. And release them we did. In my case 15 years passed and I was still giving birth to those beauties of modern prose. I spoke in the language of journalism and shared in the pride when article appeared. But ask me to shoot a film and I was on the phone to my good friend and colleague, Phil Hirst (left in pic)
But it’s become all the more essential why PR professionals at all levels grasp the notion that news doesn’t just have to be generated, the message can be controlled from start to finish. The concept is nothing new of course. Since World War One company newsletters have almost become a staple for employers. Times they are a changin’.
Since Web 2.0 , a new opportunity has opened along with mega bandwidths and broadband to shout out the message aurally and visually. My own introduction to the world of cameras was via ITV when I was fortunate to be involved, during my freelance years, with Lost Treasures, an archaeology programme where ordinary people make extraordinary discoveries.
At first Phil Hirst who produced the programme employed me in a familiar role as PR and publicity. The campaign we produced help us to secure an average of 14% above the norm for viewing at Sunday tea time. But by series three I had become more involved in the process of planning shoots as Assistant Producer. Vince Martin (above middle) showed me his broadcast standard camera with the £6k lens. And yes seeing your name on the programme credits is a huge buzz. Plus I had the opportunity to return to castles and stately homes again.
This coincided with a request on New Year 2008 from the then Director of Wirral TV, Mike Power to provide media training to unemployed people. My learning curve was steep. Another of the Lost Treasures team, cameraman Tom Holden was quickly drafted in response to be SOS signals. It was then that the penny finally dropped: about which plug goes into where and does what.
For all these years, I had the creative verve to think about photographic angles but not the confidence to do it myself. I will be blogging on my discoveries in future posts but suffice to say I was elated and also sad that this wonderful world had not been discovered earlier.
Rock star Glenn Hughes had been a long standing client of mine. We interviewed him in Budapest as a preview to his forthcoming tour of the UK and placed the result on You Tube and also on his own website. The Digital Editor at Liverpool.com also took a one minute version as a “freebie.” Priceless in terms of publicity. I was on a roll.
When the LJMU job came up, I thought it would a great idea to introduce this kind of thing as part of the curriculum. And so Media Relations 2 was born. But it’s not just me bleating on about why PR pros should carry their own gear around. Gary Jenkins of Merseytravel, who is on our Employer Forum, carries a Flip around with him to capture footage from launch events .
This is worth its weight in gold for a number of reasons. Journalists sometimes don’t turn up. When they do, they won’t release the footage unless you buy them a pint and ask nicely. Whilst the footage might not be as professionally shot as the TV stuff, it does provide a viable record which, if it’s good enough, can be placed on the website. With the direct USB connection, you can have your video on Youtube within minutes of filming.
Sounds ideal. But the disadvantage is that the production values aren’t going to be as high without a decent soundtrack. That rich warm ambience you hear on the Glenn Hughes interview on this site can only be achieved using a superior camera with a plug in for an external mike. This is where it gets a bit techy, as it introduces the vastly underrated aspect of sound becomes a science in itself. Stay with me though. Don’t switch off like I did all those years ago.
Basically a grand would be enough for a basic portable kit which consists of an HD camera like Canon’s excellent HV30 or 40 retailing at around £600. A shotgun mike with fluff would set you back at least another £250 and a “beach box” which is basically a mini mixer which screws into the bottom of your camera is about £150. This is what Tom and I took on Ryanair on our mini tour following Glenn around Eastern Europe. No we didn’t have to pay the excess baggage costs. The interview was lit with natural light through the curtains.
The beauty of separated sound is that you can extract the audio track and use it for the website and convert it to a radio news release. Because you are using broadcast level sound values, most radio producers would accept a recording which was free from any glitches. It works the other way round too. I help produce a rock radio programme on 7 Waves on Sunday evenings. As well as the audio, we can produce a film of the interview which means we can extend the life of the piece and distribute to a range of media.
Lighting is important. We got away with it in Budapest basically because the sun was kind to us and illuminating the hotel room, but ideally if you are thinking of investing in such matters, a set of four read heads and a green screen would mean that you have yourself a mini studio which could be set up within minutes. More of that on future posts.
So, to quote Shakespeare “be not afeard, the isle is full of noises that give delight and hurt not.” Audio visual is your friend in these days when newspapers are training their staff to use cameras and sound equipment while laying off those who don’t want to move with the digital age. PR tends to mirror much of the journalism profession. Forewarned is forearmed.
PR as Diplomacy Part One
Of Ramadan, beer and belly dancers
In 1991 there was a war. Not just any war, this was the first big one involving our lot since the Falklands. I was working at National Museums Liverpool at the time and my planned “jolly” to accompany six journalists on an all expenses trip to see the ancient sites of Jordan was put on hold.
So the propaganda was peddled by the western media, the most important weapon in the armoury. This was a Just War. And hey you know what? They can send a missile through an arms factory without hurting anyone, rather like your dad’s remote controlled model plane smoothes its way through Birkenhead Park. And we wanted to believe it. But slowly the reality sunk in that weapons are as indiscriminate to age, gender and political persuasion.
So when the Jordanian Minister of Tourism invited us over after the last Scud missile had gone haywire over Saudi, there was a moment of trepidation. For geographical purposes, Jordan had to put itself up as an ally of Saddam in the eyes of the world. How would we be welcomed by the locals?
My role was to assemble six of the finest journos this side of the Crusader trail and chaperone them through the desert castles courtesy of Ministry staff.
I took artistic licence with this one as I decided to offer one of my places to artist and poet, Adrian Henri. He had contributed articles to The Guardian and much PR could be gleaned from his ability to diarise the visit with his pencil. Phil Key and Lew Baxter formed the Liverpool rearguard. Both ex Fleet Street hacks, these boys knew one end of a bottle from the other. But for fear of legal redress, I had better say that both were tremendous writers too!
Making up the team was Derek who wrote for a high circulation car mag, Caroline from Company magazine and Gerald who was archaeological correspondent of the FT.
I scored a PR own goal by not including Joe Riley from the Liverpool Echo but I figured that we needed a decent spread of national coverage via freelancers who had already placed their wares. On reflection, Joe should have been there as there was no way, we could make an impact on national coverage for our hosts. Regional impact would have been fine. Hindsight is a wonderful thing though.
We met our colleagues in London and I immediately felt as if there was a north south divide going on. Gerald and co. might well have believed some of the ridiculous coverage by the southern media that we Liverpudlians are not averse to leaving our neighbours’ cars on bricks while we sold the tyres the local scrap dealer. Silence and polite nods ensued until Lew and Phil entered the hospitality lounge, setting a pattern then for my lesson in cross cultural diplomacy.
It was whispered to me that on arrival in Jordan, Ramadan was being observed. Shit. So let me get this straight in my head, I thought to myself. Fasting and abstinence vs Fleet Street hack culture. How was this going to work? Of all the weeks in the year, I picked this one. When one loudly questioned the point of “shouting the odds in some high tower” (referring to the call to prayer) I wanted the plush bathroom to take me. Things were looking PRetty grim
Part Two soon

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