Joan Armatrading – Secret, Secrets NEC

Here is the script front page from Joan Armatrading’s, Secret Secrets Tour at the NEC, from Annie Gumbley Williams. Annie still has the T shirt! It was her second show working with the great John G Smith. She went on to work on around 20 concerts with John.

Prince Charles visits Pebble Mill

Prince Charles, John Smith (multi camera director)

Prince Charles at Pebble Mill with Director General, Alasdair Milne

Alasdair Milne with Prince Charles

Head of Broadcasting, David Waine with Prince Charles and Princess Diana

Prince Charles and Princess Diana visited BBC Pebble Mill circa 1985.

Peggy Lee Entertains 1981

Photos by Bhasker Solanki, no reproduction without permission

These photos of the US performer, Peggy Lee are from a show called ‘Peggy Lee Entertains’ from 1981.

The following comments were left on the Pebble Mill Facebook page:

Maggie Humphries: That’s me in the middle audience with Aunt and Uncle, it was an amazing night and I was just talking about it a couple of days ago, great music, great memories.

Jane Mclean: I PA-ed it. THINK Bob Langley presented it.

Annette Martin: I Vision Mixed the show. It was a wonderful evening in the 80s. Peggy had difficulty walking so she rehearsed in a wheelchair with an assistant moving her to the various positions on the stage! It was surreal but come the show she moved superbly- what a pro and her voice was fabulous- a VM highlight for me and everyone involved. I think John Smith Directed and Jim Dumighan was involved.

David Ian Bellinger: Worked with Pete Moore, her MD all week – first in the radio studio for Radio 2 and then that weekend – one of my most memorable times in 25 years at the Mill, No band could have been more prepared for that diamond of a TV Music Show ….. Oh – so many memories of this. When Pete asked me to add strings to a Paul Whiteman original arrangement I nearly passed out – finished it with minutes to go – yes the ink was still wet! Didn’t sleep for three days. My time at the Mill? I’d have paid the Licence Payers (Bless’Em) for the honour and spending my time with my second family every day at work.

Carole Haysom: Yvonne Brockbank was the make up designer.

Chris Rowlands on the RAC Rally

Photo from Mel Stevens, no reproduction without permission

This photo is of Film Unit’s Chris Rowlands, when he was Editing Organiser. It dates from the mid to late 1980s and is from the RAC Rally. Chris would order in editing equipment to fit out a van to edit on location.

The following comments were left on the Pebble Mill Facebook page:

Ian Collins: I was the editor on CM2 working on the Rally in 1988. John Burkill was Producer along with the late John Smith if I remember rightly and Tony Rayner was the Director. I think LO22 was also involved but I can’t rennet where we were located.

Ned Abell: Remember CM2 parked nearly outside the Nottingham Albany rally headquarters..and the Laguna Tandoori 3 steps away after transmission with starters on the table!!

Malcolm Hickman: I did plan the radio links for the RAC rally which was starting in Scarborough. That would have been the late 80s.

Tribute to John Smith by John Williams








I look up to the sky and see the latest RAF jet fighter about to settle on my lawn.

I look down to the sea and find 50 fathoms below Her Majesty’s latest Nuclear Submarine.

I look to my left I see a class of 50 Chinese school children waving their hands welcoming the first BBC crew into China since the communist revolution and singing our national anthem.

I look to my right and see the vast white continent of Antarctica laid out before me. I hear a tremendous roar as an ice cliff the size of the white cliffs of Dover falls into the sea.

This was the domain of my friend and colleague John Smith some of which I was privileged to share. A maverick Producer/Director like no other straight from BBC’s Pebble Mill Birmingham network production factory.

Often, as his cameraman, I was able to put on film many of his ideas and one could guarantee working with John would not be the norm, best to expect the extreme knowing you will not be disappointed for It all came with the territory.

When John whispered me an idea, I found it wise to search behind the eyes to extract what this really meant. In reality this was to mean finding oneself in the most exciting of places and ultimately travelling the world.

He was one of the best fixers in the business who obviously had the ear of the military for we often used their hospitality to get from A to B.

Inevitably there was often a high degree of risk attached to his work demanding much from his crew but, with the tension also came the humour.
One such occasion was on the old HMS Ark Royal on her way from Malta to be decommissioned. John, of course, wanted to be as close as possible to the action meaning he and I spending the afternoon on her deck lying on our backs filming the last of her Phantom jets leaving the ship for home.
Exciting in itself especially when you are perched directly alongside the aircraft waiting for the pilots to wave and ignite their reheats for take off. The noise is deafening, I don’t think my ears have ever recovered. The evening didn’t help, with no aircraft to worry about wardroom revelries was to mean a very late night, I just wanted bed. An irate John called me at 2am to say the captain had sent his compliments but much as they appreciated his efforts one of my crew was on the bridge insisting he navigate the ship, would I remove him. To get to the bridge on an aircraft carrier was no easy task at the best of times, at 2am in the morning with a bad head it did not go down well but I obliged and, although reluctant, the culprit realised he had to go immediately. No one mentioned it again not even the captain!!

The “Heroes of Telemark” is a well-known true war story, John had us in Norway with 41 Marine commando putting his version on film.  The result meant coping with the cold, learning to ski, how to dig and survive in a snow hole. Not good if you were claustrophobic and didn’t like being buried in snow with just a ski pole poked through the roof for air and a solitary lit candle to show there was air to breath. A fantastic story of man’s endurance and courage. I failed on the skiing.

Before we knew anything about illegal immigrants in this country John with his PA Jane Mclean took me to Hong Kong, then a British colony, to film a story of Chinese trying to escape their mainland to claim asylum and freedom on Hong Kong Island. They would use anything to cross the shark invested China sea, float on lilos, pay huge sums to smugglers     using speed boats or the beautiful hand-built craft they had made themselves.  We were to spend several days and nights hunting down these poor wretches some little more than children, some whole families.  At sea at night once caught, they would be hauled on board tied up and made to lie down on the deck, a Naval Marine would throw a grenade into their boat making it disappear in a flash loud bang and hundreds of splinters left floating on the water.

By day our helicopter would look for abandoned lilos to find their occupants hiding in the marshes. Swooping down they would be picked up, frightened, freezing have their hands tied with plastic straps and thrown into the back before being taken to a waiting truck and returned over the border into China only 30 minutes away. None of this was for the faint hearted.

There was a bonus at the end of this story. As we prepared to return to the UK word got through the Chinese were letting a few tourists into their new development area Zhuhai through Macau just down the road and we might be able to go. Fixer Smith was on the case immediately sending his assistant Steve Weddle to see if it was on. The outcome three days filming courtesy of the Peoples Republic of China, wonderful hospitality a welcome chorus of God save the Queen sung in faltering English by a group of school children and a BBC scoop for Pebble Mill as the first crew into China after the revolution.
One day John came to say he wanted to go to the Falkland Islands, I thought just off the coast of Scotland? No, these are in the South Atlantic where the fuss is.  We will stop off to shoot a story in Argentina visiting cattle ranch the size of Wales fly to the Falklands shoot several stories on the Islands before joining HMS Endurance on her way south to the Antarctic ice visiting British and American survey bases. To cap it all would be a film about Earnest Shackleton the explorer. This was to happen not long before the conflict and it was typical of John we would find ourselves in the forefront for warning our government the islanders were sure it was going to happen.
The result being when it did happen, we knew the places and personally many of the people directly involved. Rex Hunt, governor of the Islands, and his wife Mavis accompanied us on Endurance, the captured marines seen on everyone’s TVs face down in the mud were the same marines we had filmed only a few months earlier there to defend Government house.  HMS Invincible her Harriers fighters, their pilots and crews who fought so magnificently to protect the fleet, another scoop for John as we had filmed them joining the ship for the first time. Pebble Island with the   wonderful hospitable farmsteads where we had stayed the night a scene of a major battle and many deaths.


It’s difficult to envisage the size of Argentina until you drive for hours on end and not see anything other than logging trucks. This is what it took including an unplanned overnight stay to get to the cattle ranch. It was only a brief stay but enough to see the Gauchos and how they rounded up the cattle, almost a Rodeo before going on to Buenos Aires to be flown to Stanley in the Falklands.

I suspect for John and I this trip to the ice, the Earnest Shackleton story, visiting the English and America Antarctic survey bases must have been the highlight of both our careers. All that is said about the place is there, especially from the air.

Nights came but it never got dark, evenings were spent in the wardroom telling tales or playing Cluedo according to Navy rules, rules which meant you could cheat as much as you like but not get caught. Hogmanay arrived whilst we were on board the Haggis duly piped in by our Scottish engineering officer in full gear delivered to the wardroom table. John and I survived, but only just. We took the ships whaler and rowed to the beach on Elephant Island where Shackleton eventually landed his crew.

Out of the silence came a tremendnous roar, I looked up to see an ice-shelf the size of the White Cliffs of Dover collapse into the sea, by the time I could get the camera up it had gone! Nobody said anything.

Getting back to the UK was not uneventful. The flight to Buenos Aires was to mean flying through a tremendous thunderstorm with forked lightning flashing all around us and the aircraft being tossed around like a rag doll only surviving thanks to the skill of the brilliant Argentinian pilot.  John and I sat next to one another saying nothing both looking at the lady in the next seat mumbling into her rosary!

I am here to tell the tale but John has gone, my memories are his memories and these are just a few. They are of the man who gave me and my colleagues so much. Now my thoughts are with the family.

John Smith (producer and director) with John Williams (cameraman)

John Williams