Dehradun, Feb. 1 -- Bruce Skillicorm

'Keep your film out of the sunlight!' Until 2004, it was a statutory warning I gave my charges. Soon after, I too staggered around like a lost dinosaur, staring at a spaceship console - too much auto-focus, megapixels and image stabilisers for me. Our film world would soon go without a whimper, denied a headstone.

A high priest of those analogue days was a certain Mr Lord, (we never did ask him his first name) who lived near St Emilian's Church, where you would have found him looking dapper in an old linen suit, sunning himself in a patch of sunshine.

'Clutter is good' he announced as I peeked at his pile of broken gadgets: black-and-white televisions, blenders, grinders, radiograms, record players ...