WIN! An Olympus TG-1 Tough Camera


We've already given away some killer prizes, and now we're down to the last giveaway for 2012. How do you fancy an awesome new Olympus TG-1 Tough Camera valued at $499? Here's how you win...

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Who Won?

Sockparty picks up the TG-1 after his amazing story about mutually-assured camera theft destruction.

It was during my first trip to London. It was my first morning there, and I was incredibly excited. I had scheduled a huge day of hitting all the touristy spots (Big Ben, Tower bridge, London Eye etc) and I had my Nikon D70 out of its snoot case and ready to go, even though I was still on the underground (which obviously in retrospect was a bit naive).

I was standing in the middle of a not-too-crowded carriage near a set of doors, when the train pulled up at Piccadilly Circus. Just as the doors started to close, a young bloke who I thought was asleep jumped up from a nearby seat, snatched the camera from my shoulder and took off.

Now, you can probably imagine how the story might have ended from there, but in fact this is where things get interesting. For some reason my gut reaction was, rather than chase the guy, to step forward and give the bastard a nice hard ankle tap just as he'd almost cleared the doors.

It turned out to be the perfect move, because as the doors shut I watched from the window as he sprawled out across the platform, A over T, landing directly on top of my camera. The train paused just long enough for me to watch him roll back over and look directly at me in shock, with the broken pieces of my camera underneath where he had landed.

So again, without thinking I flipped him the bird, pressed it up against the window and shouted "HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES, ARSEHOLE?!" before the train finally took off.

Despite the fact that my camera was stolen and subsequently destroyed, it is still one of my proudest moments. Fortunately I got the money back on travel insurance, but the most amusing part was telling the story to the Bobbies - I had to file a police report for the insurance. They all pissed themselves laughing but agreed it was one of the best stories they'd ever heard. Of course the thief was never arrested. But I guess on that day, he forgot to "mind the gap".

Here's hoping the TG-1 comes in handy, mate!


The Olympus TG-1 Tough is an excellent camera that packs a 12-megapixel sensor, f/2 lens with 5x telephoto zoom and 1080p video shooting abilities into a weaponised case that can withstand the wet, the dry, the mud and the dirt. It can even hold up against drops. The TG-1 is shock-proof, drop-proof, water-proof, dirt-proof and frost-proof. You're set for underwater depths up to 12 metres, it'll withstand a fall of up to 2 metres, a weight of 100 kilograms and can survive temperatures as low as -10 degrees C. The case is also doubly sealed for added protection. It also comes with A-GPS for geotagging your snaps and a 3-inch touchscreen.

It's worth $499 and we're excited to give this one away. So how do you win?

To win this amazing camera, all you have to do is tell us how your last camera died. Did you step on it? Perhaps it got wet? My last camera died after it fell off a boat while recording video. At the bottom of a lake in Austria there's a camera that carries the last moments we ever shared together before it fell...what's your best story?

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Important dates: • Entries close 10am Thursday December 20 • Winner also announced tomorrow • Winner will receive the Olympus Tough TG-1 mid-late January 2013 due to end of year • Full terms and conditions.


Comments

    I bought my wife a 1030SW. She absolutely loved it. So well built. A couple of years later we had a dream trip to the barrier reef. I persuaded her, much against her wishes, to take it snorkelling. It leaked immediately. I've been in the dog house ever since.

    Mine broke after I had an intense gaming marathon with a buddy.

    There was a moment when out pure joy I leapt up onto the coffee table and landed on the camera.
    Drinking might also have been involved...

    It was a Canon 60D with a 70-200mm IS II attached and while drunkenly taking photos at 2am from my hotel room I knocked the tripod with the camera attached to it out of the 54th storey window. It got me kicked out of the hotel as well as losing $3000 worth of camera gear.

    Last edited 19/12/12 3:58 pm

    I don't seem to have what it takes to kill a camera, or even allow one to come to harm.
    Still in working order, I have a 35mm Canon EOS SLR, 3 digital point and shoots, and a recent digital SLR.
    Do I still win? :)

    The bellows started leaking light on my camera. But I'm not too worried, it was getting hard to find 120 film anyway.

    I didn't loose or break a camera, I found one underwater of a beach on Rottnest island, WA. it was an Olympus underwater camera. I found it 13 meters down and water had started entering the body, still the SD card was fine and I found that it had been down there for 2 months!
    Best part was that the owner had his CV on the memory card and it contained an email address, so he got his SD card back and all his photos.
    So put a file on your SD cards with an email address!!!

    Last edited 19/12/12 4:16 pm

    I have no idea how mine died. My parents borrowed my Canon powershot A360 for an overseas trip. When it came back, the back screen no longer works. They said that it was working before they got on the plane back home.

    Lost it skiing... I took the camera down the hill over a small jump, attempting to do a 360 at the same time.

    I launched off the jump fine, however the spin dislodged both my skis - I also let go of my poles and the camera in my pants pocket positioned itself conveniently to deliver a crushing blow to my nether regions as it was smashed between there and a rock I hadn't seen before launch.

    This brave camera gave its life to save my nards from a rock...I miss you camera buddy.

    Needless to say, I now snowboard and always carry a backpack!

    My last camera, a little Panasonic, has been with me for a while. Though now, It's at the point that I can barely use it. It's survived fine sand from central Australia, a midnight trip to a Turkish emergency ward. Mud and rain from Glastonbury and a night lost in the snow during an English winter. It's dipped into the Mekong, the Mediterranean and German steins but, the last straw has been an unsecured trip in carry on without a case. Finally the LCD has so many patches I'm not even sure what I'm taking a photo of. The on/off switch requires two hands to budge thanks to all the ingrained sand and the shutter has to be manually 'flicked' open as the case has had so many knocks. I know I'm not gentle with my toys but that's just more of a reason that I'll be able to test out this tough little camera.

    My Olympus Trip 35. It never died, just everyone around it did.

    My last camera was killed by a car. It got run over along with my laptop and a few other things when I was packing them in the car and my daughter released the handbrake. Also took out the neighbour's fence.

    I sat on my Olympus tough camera and broke the screen. Tough camera my foot.

    I stopped using my japan-bought canon 'ixy' when the plastic adjustment bit on the lanyard dug into the LCD screen while it was in my pocket. No analog viewfinder. Sad face.

    My last Camera wanted to be a fish under the sea....well......at least my baby cousin thought it wanted to be a fish.....

    It was in the year of '2010 in the lovely month of June
    When the sandflies were swarming and dingos howling at the moon
    With rosary beads and sandwiches for Fraiser Island we began
    We packed an Aussie phrasebook and jumpleads for the van.

    Some of the lads had never been away from home before
    'Twas the first time Paddy put his foot outside of Maroochydore
    Before we left for the Island we knew we'd need a plan
    So we all agreed that Paddy was the man to drive the van.

    As soon as we found the Island we got the wagons in a ring
    Sean got out the banjo and Peter played the mandolin
    There was fans there from everywhere attracted by the sound
    At the irish in Australia, and Paddy passed the flagon round.

    But the session it ended when we'd finished all the stout
    The air mattresses inflated and the sleeping bags rolled out
    As one by one we fell asleep Paddy had a dream
    He dreamt himself and Lauryn hill were sharing an Ice Cream

    What happened next is history, brought tears to my eyes
    That day will be the highlight of many people's lives
    Paddy kissing my Canon, saying “Lauryn marry me”
    Tossed my camera several meters and shouted “Yipee”

    The cock crew in the morning, it crew both loud and shrill
    Paddy woke up in his sleeping bag many miles from Lauryn Hill.

    Our last camera was a Canon Powershot something or other. Its death caused an emergency at my wifey's university. At the time she was a fine art's student, working with ceramics. She had been taking photographs of her work before it went into the kiln (for those who don't know, that is the oven from hell that cooks the clay).

    While she was arranging the last of her works onto the tray, she had put the camera down on the tray and had forgotten about it.

    Fast forward a few hours, and the camera was cooked at temperatures in excess of 1000C and exploded in the kiln, causing quite a toxic plume requiring emergency services to pay a visit to the campus.

    And that is why we need a new tough camera.

    My camera died on a snowboarding trip. It initially stopped working - then a mate suggested I 'drop it a few more times' to sustain more damage' that way the insurance company will simply replace not repair. Bottom line - insurer considered it abused and wouldn't replace. Lesson learnt. :(

    My last dedicated camera went to stay on a farm, with a happy family that would care for it and love it and feed it fresh batteries and SD cards when they were needed... at least that what I was told.

    However I feel that truth is much darker than the story that was spun to alleviate my anxiousness over not knowing where it is.

    The last memories I have of my little point and shoot are fragmented. Broken and pixelated like the remnant images I have on a memory card that has is so corrupted it has been cast away, relegated to the darkest depths of the back of the junk draw.
    The final fate of my camera however… I know what happened. They think I don’t. They believe I forgot. But it comes to me, not all at once but like a puzzle, one I have pieced back together after all this time.

    Flashes, like the blinding strobe of light piercing the darkest night to illuminate the latest quasi-celebrity target of the paparazzi, memories return. A day of heat. Sun and sand, the feel of cool water and the taste of overly sweet crushed ice. Then the night came with warm air, a fire and the smoky aroma of steak and lamb somewhere nearby. Light headed antics with a cold bottle in my grasp. Laughter while moving quickly. I know I had my camera with me at this point, the weight of it swinging by the end of the wrist strap bound to my arm. Smiling faces and an out stretched arm to include myself in the moment. The weight is gone from my wrist, another has the camera. Return to the fire. Great ideas to capture the dancing flame in a frozen instant. Instructions for the timer. Panic. Water beats fire so it should stop plastic from melting. A mighty throw to get it cooled in the sea. A look of disbelief at a friend, or a family member, or whoever it had been to cast the camera away. A search along the shore under the light of the moon which bore no fruit. Condolence drinks for a gadget lost. Sleep.

    They thought I forgot. Played it off as though I had misplaced it. A conspiracy but one for my benefit, my peace of mind. One day I think I might thank them from sheltering me from the awful truth, but for now I cant. Not until I figure out who. Who threw it? And more importantly who had the bloody brilliant idea of taking a photo of the fire from INSIDE THE BLOODY FIRE!?!?!?

    *edited for a couple of spelling errors I missed while typing it out at work*

    Last edited 19/12/12 5:35 pm

    I've never owned a camera however once in high school we made pin hole cameras, I believe the end of life failure for that particular piece of "tech" would have been crumple into bin.

    last one i bought was an EOS 300 when they first came out, and before it was cool to have a big camera. Also forked out for a sigma 28-300mm lense. Last year a mate borrowed it as he was considering buying an SLR to look cool. He gave it back and the lense no longer extended, when i asked, i simply got a blank look

    like they say. nice guys finich last

    I was in Melbourne and went to the observation area of mount.... forgot the name, but its where Mrs Marples is. I saw this 1m stone wall and thought to myself, I can scale that no problem. Camera in hand, I lept up, only to realise that my jeans had restricted my extension. What follows is me wounding my shin and smash my camera (Leica m7 + CV Nokton 50/1.5) into the stone wall. What was the dumbest thing? I decided to try again to no avail and smash the lens into the stone wall again. There were lots of bystanders so I decided to leave it at that....

    I was having a night out on the town with friends, however I wasn't paying attention to the fact that I'd managed to forgot my digital camera in a taxi and hence have never found it again, so technically my camera was not dead but I still feel the pain of losing it.

    I was bored so I pulled it apart and I couldn't be bothered figuring out how to put it back together. I heard a lot of snaps so I'm assuming something broke.

    I decided to take a photo to document climbing Mount Jim Crow and i decided the best way would be was to stand back towards the ledge and take a a self portrait with the camera held above me with it’s viewpoint looking down to me and the 150m drop. (note: yes in hindsight it sounds absolutely stupid and ridiculous idea but it didn’t the time) While arching my back just a tad I’ve got the sensation that for a split-second that I was about to lose balance so my free hand out of knee-jerk reaction grab the nearest small tree and the other hand was not as help full by having a violent twitch that send my camera sailing but in my hands defense for the next 45 or so minutes i was too busy to worry about my camera on the account I was more just breathing heavy and being thankful I was alive.

    Last edited 20/12/12 12:00 am

    Roads Not Taken. "TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth" this is a Robert frost poetry which remains my old camera that was dead where it was slipped down into the hell of water scape.

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