John Hamilton Hinde AM (26 October 1911 – 4 July 2006) was an Australian broadcaster and film reviewer. He worked for the Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC) for more than fifty years, in both television and radio.
Hinde was also one of Australia's first foreign correspondents, reporting from the Pacific Theater during World War II.
Upon his death he bequeathed A$1 million to start a literary prize in honour of his late wife. He also left $500,000 to establish the John Hinde Award, for a science fiction script for film or television.
Born in 1911, Hinde grew up in Adelaide. He started studying medicine at the University of Adelaide, but dropped out and married. After a short lived marriage he went first to Melbourne and later to Sydney.
In Sydney, Hinde got a job with The Daily Telegraph in 1937, but was sacked by the editor, Syd Deamer, who mistook him for someone else. Hinde then took a job with the Labor Daily, but soon left because of a political disagreement. Deamer later became editor of ABC Weekly and rehired him. Hinde then joined the ABC News and Current Affairs department in 1939 and in the same year married for the second time to Barbara Jefferis (who later became a well-known novelist).
John Wilfrid Hinde (17 May 1916 – 26 December 1997) was an English photographer, whose idealistic and nostalgic style influenced the art of postcard photography and was widely known for his meticulously planned shoots.
Born in Somerset, England, his interest in colour photography arose during the 1940s. From the later half of the 1940s to the middle half of the 1950s, he entered the circus life, where he met his future wife. However, he soon returned to photography and, in 1956, he left the circus and founded John Hinde Ltd. in Dublin to produce and distribute his colour pictures of Ireland. Hinde's most famous work is that of the Butlin's Holiday Camps, in which he portrayed a welcoming and jubilant environment. In 1972, he sold his company to pursue his love of painting. The Irish Museum of Modern Art recognised his work with a retrospective in Dublin in 1993. In 1998, Hinde died in Dordogne, France. At the time of his death, millions of his postcards had been sold worldwide.
I see you staring back at me
It’s like some crazy kind of chemistry.
You can’t disguise it.
You have that glare.
Like natural mystic floating through the air.
It doesn’t matter what you say, but what you do.
It’s true.
Your eyes are telling me you want to lose control.
Let me take you away.
Everybody needs a friend to believe in.
Let me take you away.
Livin’ this is so much better than dreamin.’
Let me tell you the feeling that I have you should
know.
And you feel it everywhere that you go.
Let me take you away.
Let me give you what it is that you’re needin’.
Let me take you away.
Been working hard, everyday.
Nobody listens to a word you say.
You want your fortune, yesterday.
It’s no illusion when you’re hungry for more.
It doesn’t matter what you say, but what you do.
It’s true.
Your eyes are telling me you want to lose control.
Let me take you away.
Everybody needs a friend to believe in.
Let me take you away.
Livin’ this is so much better than dreamin’.
Let me tell you the feelings that I have you should
know.
And you feel it everywhere that you go.
Let me take you away.
Let me give you what it is that you’re needin’.
Let me take you away.
Don’t look away, you gotta be strong.
Don’t be afraid, no cause for alarm.
Feel the joy in your heart, in your soul.
Lose control.
Come with me.
Let me take you away.
Everybody needs a friend to believe in.
Let me take you away.
Livin’ this is so much better than dreamin’.
Let me tell you the feeling that I have you should
know.
And you feel it everywhere that you go.
Let me take you away.
Let me give you what it is that you’re needin’.
Let me take you away.
Everybody needs a friend to believe in.
Let me take you away.
Living this is so much better than dreamin’.
Let me tell you the feeling that I have you should
know.
And you feel it everywhere that you go.
Let me take you away.
Let me give you what is that you’re needin’.