Stefne Mercedes, Lynne Griffin and Tim Fitzgerald Walker
Sean Sullivan
The magnificent brainchild of writer-performer Sean Sullivan, SBDC was set to open in Toronto at the Grand Canyon Theatre when the pandemic shut down the entire industry. Great art cannot be contained. I m not talking about BIG art, mind you. I m talking about GREAT art, created by great artists. Sullivan is a consummate theatre and film artist and a virtuosic physical performer. When I learned last spring that the production was canceled, I thought it was dead, because it featured commanding physical performances. Sullivan s genius gave him no rest, however, and he translated the production into an auditory feast.
Q&A with Bristow’s sponsored Instrument Rating cadets By Bristow | January 7, 2021
Estimated reading time 10 minutes, 6 seconds.
Janine Lythe and Mathew Reid joined the Bristow team in Aberdeen in January 2020, as part of a fully sponsored Instrument Rating training program designed to develop a new generation of helicopter pilots. They recently discussed the initial stages of their training with Bristow:
What made you want to pursue a career in aviation?
Mat: “I knew very early on that I wanted to be a pilot and have always been involved in aviation in some way. I joined my local RAF Air Training Corps as a cadet as a teenager and volunteered at a gliding squadron when I turned 16. After studying aerospace engineering at university, I worked for a helicopter operator on the ramp as ground support. This was a great learning experience as I was exposed to the different disciplines involved in helicopter operations.”
THEY were just fans at a football match. Spectators at a game, a banal everyday occurrence. They were there to support their team, Rangers, but they never came home. Instead on Stairway 13 at Ibrox Park, they met with crushing death and injury. Even 50 years later the sheer unfairness of it makes you weep – no one should die for being a football spectator, no one should die in such a manner. Remember the 66. For the sake of our common humanity, remember the 66. I told last week of how the disaster unfolded, and now I will deal with the aftermath. It was the sight of the bodies laid out in lines on the turf of Ibrox Park that broke hearts all over Scotland and beyond. Only some grainy newspaper pictures survive to tell the tale, as there was no filming of what happened – a mercy, given what unfolded that cold, foggy evening in Glasgow.