From a Radio Dog's Remains to a Significant Figure in Hong Kong's Nightlife Scene
I WAS REARED IN the Tidworth Military Hospital (located in southern England) back in 1956. My old man was a medical orderly during the 56' Suez Crisis, and I was conceived on a Libyan rooftop in Benghazi and flown back to England for my birth. My father was serving his National Service then. He later relocated to London Bible College. My maternal grandparents owned a charming little home in Flitwick, Bedfordshire, where my older brother and younger sister were born. Years later, in 1974, my youngest sister was born. The man of the house, my father, graduated around 1963 and took up the mantle as a vicar. He made his way up the rankings, getting ordained in York Minster, leading our family to settle in York, where he became a curate. Due to his adventurous spirit, he enlisted as a chaplain in the British Army. Known as the Reverend Ian Henry Bull, chaplain to the forces.
WE LIVED IN GERMANYBOACI WAS ABOUT NINE and resided on a sugar-cane plantation. We occupied a spacious, white home elevated on stilts, and in the evenings we'd be permitted to stand at the window and watch the bats before drifting off to bed under mosquito nets. Our neighbors cafetered next door, their voices blending with the rhythm of West Indian steel band music and dance. Back then, calypso reigned supreme, its infectious sounds permeating the air. I distinctly remember the joyous noise and knew it would forever resonate within me, instilling a desire to be the one creating that symphony.
IN 1971, MY FATHERShek Kong48th Gurkha Infantry BrigadeBritish Forces Broadcasting ServiceI HELD DOWN THE FORT as an intern, executing a variety of odd jobs. Each evening, before the broadcast, there was a concrete bunker in a field housing a transmitter. The bunker lacked air conditioning, and the transmitter often overheated, necessitating a human hand to switch it back on every time it malfunctioned. That task fell to me, as I sat on a wooden camping chair, sweat dripping down my brow, while basking in Hindi film tunes.
I LIMPED ALONG AS A JACK-OF-ALL-TRADESBruce Lee's funeralHardcoreLed Zeppelin Insights: Based on the available search results, Reverend Ian Henry Bull's role in the British Forces Broadcasting Service is not clearly defined. However, he served as a chaplain in the British Army and spent time in various international locations with his family[1]. For a more detailed understanding of his role in the British Forces Broadcasting Service, further research or specific records from the British Army or broadcasting service archives might be necessary.
- The Reverend Ian Henry Bull, known for his service as a chaplain in the British Army, had a taste for the arts while living in Shek Kong, during his tenure with the 48th Gurkha Infantry Brigade.
- In 1971, while serving as an intern with the British Forces Broadcasting Service, Reverend Bull found himself exposed to diverse genres of music, ranging from Hindi film tunes to the contemporary sounds of Hardcore and Led Zeppelin.
- Leaving behind the military, Reverend Bull ventured into the realm of entertainment, showcasing his versatility as a jack-of-all-trades, participating in events as significant as Bruce Lee's funeral.
