Ian Waugh

85 posts

Oh! What A Lovely Year

Oh! What A Lovely Year

Apart from uplifting events personally, this has been a rubbish year. Riots, burning, thieving, national political gloom, lies and garbage from those who should know better. Credibility sold for a cent. National pride and a country’s good name kicked in the teeth by those who run it. Good, then not […]

8 – 8 Hell

8 – 8 Hell

The eighth of August 2011 will go down as one of South London’s darker dates.  It will stay in our memories probably for ever. As London was burning, the sirens were screaming, as news channels broadcast our hell live to the world, I can remember watching the thick black smoke […]

Business as usual

These last few weeks have been quite extraordinary in a positive and happy way. First there was the build-up and anticipation, then the “big day”, followed by the “getting back to normal” syndrome. I am in fact referring to our civil registration which took place on Saturday as an extremely […]

You can view, but don’t touch

There is something very creepy that has always in lurked around in this vehicle we call the Internet. There is a grave danger that our lives and indeed our personalities can be penetrated from outside the safety of our keyboards and Internet screens.  Human nature seems to have adapted itself […]

Treading on Eggshells

Treading on Eggshells

I find myself these days are applying myself to the Internet with certain caution for fear of upsetting or shocking the delicate amongst us. So here goes, once more into the breach! In the Mediterranean in the grand old city of Valletta, the capital of Malta, they are having a […]

The ‘negative’ Ian Waugh

It has been pointed out to me that I am ‘negative’. To me and many around me, this is real news. The only medium where this claim has been made is Facebook, famous for users to openly express themselves. Several (about half a dozen) people on Facebook take this strange […]

Why should I bottle up a viewpoint ?

The trouble with having a viewpoint is that invariably there is a danger of alienating half of the recipients of your thoughts. Facebook is the only “social” networking site I use. There are dozens of them out there and all seem to do exactly the same job. I’m not a […]

Get your facts right ‘dear’

Since this coalition government has been running the affairs of Great Britain, Prime Ministers Question time (PMQs) scheduled for most Wednesdays has turned into a theatrical fiasco. Yesterday was no exception to the rule.  With the Prime Minister and leader of the Conservative party making a total mockery of the […]

Time(s) to change

Time(s) to change

First hitting the streets in colonial Malta in 1935, The Times of Malta is an English-language newspaper with allegedly the highest circulation. In many ways it has been a point of reference to current affairs on these Maltese islands, but in recent times its monopoly and in some ways its […]

When the shoe is on the other foot

When the shoe is on the other foot

On the streets of Malta there is genuine fury, through the pages of Facebook there is indignation and anger.  At the offices of RAI there are copious amounts of egg on a great many faces.  Emotions are running high in the Mediterranean as it looks like a huge rather ugly […]

Footsteps

This evening I have been filling in my 2011 Census Form. I used my computer, did the process online using the high speed broadband, in my central heated comfortable apartment, lit by electric light whilst listening to some nice music recorded digitally after a rather pleasant dinner. Almost to this […]

Ian Segola

A lot of my broadcasting work (especially in the last 25 years) has been in the field of presentation and programming development. Some of this has been to identify talent as a means to improving station output or overall presentation. One such case was in Zimbabwe where I worked for […]

Memories of Lucy

Memories of Lucy

There’s a little story behind this record. I met Marc Almond in the early 80’s when he was the other half of Soft Cell and interviewed Gene Pitney for radio in the mid 80’s. I used to frequent a small bar on the front at Gzira (Malta) opposite the bridge […]