― carsmilesteve, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Plus you can usually only half remember them, so the contributions of other's seem valuable. Like eight-bit computer games, however, they are better left alone as affectionate imperfection than found again in all their cold, hard mediocrity.
It seems to me that the genre ripe for planting the seed for some kind of collective false memory syndrome. We only have to claim to enough sentimental twenty-somrthings that our favourite programme was The Magical Wangers or something and people will start to petition the BBC to release it on video.
― Magnus, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
After the rumours spread and spread the author of the CP stories came forward in the press, on radio and TV to say the rumours *had* all been made up and none of the characters ever had dodgy names.
If you want to start naughty rumours or urban myths then, go on late- night Channel 4.
― DavidM, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Pugwash = Victor Lewis Smith = beyond toss. Anyone in a pub who claims fondness for either is lying and shd be glassed.
― mark s, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Perhaps one of the side effects of the steady diet of rainbow- coloured pop media that many children of the 70s and 80s were raised on is premature nostalgia. Maybe the experiences of childhood during those decades are significantly removed from the actualities of adult life. Maybe it's an effect of the societal trend of "sharing" and "bonding" on people who have little shared cultural experiences aside from some sugar-coated cereals and Super Mario Brothers.
― Mitch Lastnamewithheld, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Nor is the memory's adjustment of quality upwards *just* a warm-and-fuzzy epiphenomenon of lazy infantilised boomer self-adoration: it's after all an index of WHAT WE WANTED, which impacts on WHAT WE WANT.
On of the things that SHOCKED me abt Thunderbirds reruns, was that — on the whole — within maybe three minutes of an episode starting, I knew exactly what happened in the whole of the rest of the story. I don't know if this is because I sat glued to repeats as a kid, or what: but the quality of my recall actually somewhat unnerved me. (Where was it stored? I hadn't given the prog ANY thought for three decades...)
A possible explanation would be that as you get older, your life becomes ever more complicated, so you need to filter out the less important information (or rather the 'insignificant' stuff is marked for non-permanent storage).
― David, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
At least, in pubs we do, because pubs = rubbish. Here at ILE we are bolder and more honest.
― DG, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
But equally I can see why it's comforting, and why it has become so all-embracing, and certainly a lot of the stuff that gets revived this way has fascinating period resonances *outside* the base-level Saturday-night BBC2 / C4 mindset: Mary Mungo and Midge as a kind of pre-school introduction to Wilson's Brave New Britain, Trumptonshire as the precise opposite of above concept, The Battle of Billy's Pond (CFF, 1976) as halfway house between jaunty post-war kids' adventures and present environmental concerns, King of the Castle (HTV West, 1977, I don't expect anyone will know it) as invocation of the spiritual and moral bankruptcy and reaching-point-of-no-return-ism of both lumpen working-class *and* institutional middle-class Britain in the Callaghan era through creating fantasy parallels to the real characters of both backgrounds, etc., etc. In the Radiophonic Workshop's glory years, a lot of these shows gave young kids exposure to music at least as far out as anything being created for the self- pleasure of the avant-garde, as well.
But, as we all know, anyone who has ever used the phrase "What *were* they on?" should be shot.
― Robin Carmody, Monday, 18 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Maryann, Tuesday, 19 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Robin Carmody, Tuesday, 19 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
both my boys (9 and 16) have loved this show.
reminds me of all the chaos that old'uns had towards tiswas.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2012/dec/04/ofcom-investigate-bbc-child-eating
rather than investigating, this should be promoted to saturday nights.
― mark e, Tuesday, 4 December 2012 19:31 (twelve years ago)