Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Never To Be Played Again...Part 1



As a culture, we have become obsessed with what we have lost.  And we've lost a lot.  Since the burning of Alexandria, we've been haunted by the stories that got away.  Tolkien became obsessed with the idea that the English had nothing more than hints of a great epic tradition left and wrote Lord of the Rings to get over it, thereby creating thousands of jobs in the sweatshop t-shirt industry and ensuring that a man called 'Viggo' would never be laughed at again. 

All of which would be all well and good if we only learned from our mistakes.  We don't.  Ever.  We keep losing things.  Since this is a televisual blog, you can guess where I'm going next.

See, TV shows were generally stored on tape.  TV companies run to tight budgets, and tape cost a lot, back in the day.   As a result, stuff got junked, wiped, thrown away in some cases.  You can find endless worthy websites about this cultural disaster - the loss of series one of Ace of Wands haunts me like a missing Da Vinci, I assure you - but gentle reader, you and I are not worthy people.  We are trash, you and me, as Brett once said, the big daft fop.  We care about the bad stuff.  Don't worry, there's only a little cultural rambling.  It gets creepy again in a bit.


So, we start from a position where some bits of, ahem, 'classic' television have been lost or destroyed.  Fair enough,  but how do we get to the spookshow stuff?  Well…once you get that the idea is out there, it's a straightforward progression of memes, really.  Now, we involve censorship.  I'm going to look at a lot of this stuff in detail in Part 2, but there are genuinely banned pieces of TV galore.  Alternative 3 was a documentary that convinced a lot of people that the world was ending and the CONSPIRACY, MAN was going to escape to a suspiciously twitchy planet Mars.  People believe this.  Still.  It aired in 1977.  Presumably, the power of Colonel Von Stromm off of 'allo 'allo (he played a sinister scientist) was just too convincing.


The face of the Conspiracy revealed. Tomorrow, Rene Artois killed Kennedy.




So Anglia TV decided they wouldn't show this again.  Same story with the BBC's Ghostwatch in 1992, (of which more in Part 2) though for considerably more tragic reasons.  Same story with some episodes of Pokemon that unwisely used strobe lighting and triggered an epilepsy wave in Japan (except this could just have been some kind of mass hysteria…or something much weirder).   Then there were the infamous 1940s Warner Brothers cartoons, lovingly filled with every racist stereotype you can imagine (and not just against Axis nations, which would at least be understandable).  Banned, quite rightly so.  We're getting close to the kind of unconscious consensus view that there's a big vault somewhere with DO NOT BROADCAST stamped on the front, like the warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, only somewhere in Teddington Lock. 

Time for Japan again, and Ringu.  You've all seen it.  You haven't?  Go and watch it.  We'll wait for you.


Anyway, the famous cursed videotape has an origin story that kind of gets swept aside; it was recorded, so goes the narrative, by a young boy who, having gone on hols, taped a blank channel by mistake.  Should have been nothing but static.  Got some mad stuff instead, phone call, jaw comes off, woman with big hair, you know the story.  So now we can add this detail.  I despise extended cookery metaphors ("Take a pinch of satire and mix well with a dash of knowing pop cultural reference and bake in a hot FUCK OFF for half an hour") so here's my best description; you have an awareness of lost cultural artefacts, a belief that the powers that be are up to no good in general, the knowledge that there are SECRET FILMS locked away in the TV company vaults and, finally, the vague feeling of unease that comes from certain TV programmes.  Especially those associated with childhood, as we saw in my last post.

 And lo!  A new meme is born.  The Lost Episode.  Told you we'd get there.  Anyone still here? 

GLOBAL MEMETIC HORROR PANDEMIC

Yeah, always wanted a website that said that.  Anyway, just as people sent each other chain letters, they sent chain emails.  Beware, says the Islamic dude, on having his wallet returned, stay out of Meadowhall in October.   Don't go to the website called Red Room, people die when they visit there.  If you don't pass this message on, then Mary Worth will eat your face. 

In the last few years, the aim has been to spook and scare the reader; often, different formats and genres are used, to get away from the short story, with all the distance from the reader that can create, for example, the fake message board thread.  So here's my very favourite spookshow creepypasta of all:  Candle Cove.  Before you read on, check the link out, then shudder at the picture below:












Massive thanks to Nevvyland at Deviantart for permission to use this ace illustration.


Marvellous, isn't it?  Very cleverly done, wouldn't work well in any other medium.  The payoff is ace.  I love the way that it makes use of all those childhood images, slightly battered and sinister puppetry, misunderstood narrative, false memories and, my personal favourite, the way that cheap TV seems more frightening to kids.  Children spot all the small details.  They don't need to suspend disbelief, they're already there, in that world.  Sudden shifts in scenery or special effects are disturbing as hell when you're that age.

Candle Cove exploits that feeling of the uncanny we had as kids.  The idea that there was something not-quite-right about the shows we watched.  I had nightmares about so many programmes, but it never stopped me actually watching the damn things.  I suspect it comes from the anthropomorphic nature of puppetry; we can't see the puppeteer and it unnerves us.  The exaggerated features make us tense.  We look to those big teeth and wonder...

The Lost Episode meme rages on.  Sadly, nothing yet quite lives up to the screaming puppet horrors (and for god's sake, careful with that link; it's what it says it is), but there are a few and they follow a pattern.  Dead Bart is one example; it claims to be an account of some kind of haunted Simpsons episode.  Manages to be quite creepy, then loses it a little by going all Lovecraft apocalypse at the end. I find this quite amusing, as there's very little that Matt Groening hasn't done on TV anyway.  The most frightening thing about this particular example is the re-enactment on YouTube, by some people in full costume.  I think I'd rather deal with the demons, to be honest. 

So, here's our fascination; we can't believe that things were that innocent.  In Part 2, I'll talk about the fictitious sex and drug references in kids' TV; seems like this is a manifestation of the same need.  It can't have been innocent, we tell ourselves.  There must have been something sinister going on.  Surely, fantasy must have a purpose which is somehow...EVILLLLLLLL???

Good lord, I seem to have over-punctuated.  Silly me. 

In my view, it's about trying to recapture the fact that you really did once crap yourself at a ghost on Scooby Doo, or have nightmares for four years about Zippy from Rainbow.  Erm, that last one, please don't joke.  It's a sensitive subject.  So, those moments that freaked you as a child...well, let's upgrade the horror factor and see if we can get you back behind the settee again.  And if we mix a bit of ever- enticing secret history in there, so much the better.

There's a suicide inducing Mickey Mouse cartoon (Disney lawyers please note; it's not real).  A really nasty one about a cartoon apple.  And many, many others, most of which cross the boundaries of good taste, so be warned!  If you go looking for this stuff, be it on your own head.  Some people just don't get subtlety in horror...

EXTRA THRILL: Lost Episode Meme Generator!

Insert your favourite show and try your hand at spooking the gullible.

1) When I was younger, I:  a)got this job as an intern (b) bought a VHS cassette from a strange source (c) turned the TV on at an unusual time of day.

2) One day, I found a...forbidden vault?  Or tape in an old cupboard? An unknown TV station? 

3) I watched it and it seemed odd...(strange credits, animation more realistic than normal).

4) Towards the end...(characters begin to behave oddly.  Eyes look strange.  Violence level increases.  Non-sequiturs abound).

5) I was horrified...(beloved characters die.  Horribly.  Or kill each other.  Or just do weird things like scream a lot).

6) And I know because...I WAS THAT VIDEOTAPE!  Yeah, something nasty happens to the narrator.  Try giving them insomnia for life.  Or, if you aren't a very good writer, just pull their eyes out.  Same difference.

Try it.  And if you want a real scare, consider this; someone wrote one of these for The Fresh Prince of Bel Air.  Why not find the Lost Episode of Are You Being Served or Saved By The Bell


Cthulhu ftaghn, Captain Peacock.

Monday, 25 April 2011

They live in your telly, Part 1...

As far as I can tell, TV boils down to love stories or monsters.  Whether the monsters in question be Eastenders style abusive spouses, baby thieving loons, or actual full on fangs-and-clown-makeup baddies, they pretty much define most of the media output over, hmmm, let's take a conservative estimate, about the last hundred years.  And yes, I know TV transmissions only started in the 1920s*.  I was referring to sequential motion narrative in general. 

Thing is, they aren't always that scary.  They aren't what really scares us as children, which is when we meet fear full on; it might even be when we need to be scared the most.  Our fear teaches us stuff, like don't pull the plug by the metal bits or red things in fireplace hurt and Mrs Whitehead does not want to talk about her husband.  

But TV fear doesn't always teach us anything, or if it does, the message has been lost.  So therefore, I give you our first THING THAT LIVES IN THE TELLY, or, to use a TV Trope-ism, Nightmare Fuel.  Never meant to scare you.  Never meant to keep you awake at nights.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

...Bubbles The Clown.

Let me contextualise this for you younger viewers.  In Those Days, TV started around dinner time (Yorkshire dinnertime, might I add, the one in the middle of the day).  Pebble Mill At One, some Watch With Mother (oh, we'll be seeing some of THAT on here soon enough) and then...nothing.

And very often...this.  The girl and the clown.  And all those arcane symbols, so clearly derived from dark Masonic ritual.  The greyscales and the numbers and sometimes music, cheerful, happy music, like that stuff at the end of Dawn of the Dead.  And the Clown.  Oh god.  The Clown.

Here's what some people have said about the Clown:

My sister, who is now 27, has an irrational fear of the Test Card, particularly the clown. She used to have nightmares when she was very young that the clown would jump out of the television and kill her. Even now, if she sees the picture on the screen (this includes the opening credits of It's Only T.V. But I Like It), she asks me to change channels. 
  - Correspondent on BBC News page


It was coming up the stairs.  It had a knife.
 - Personal discussion with this researcher

It waited at the bottom of the stairs
 - Fortean Times Message Board


Yes, I'll bet it did.  They used Bubbles (such is his name) and Carole (such is her name - no really, Carole Hersee) in Life on Mars as a kind of symbol of the unheimlich side of 1970s pop culture.  Everyone knew there was something BAD about that picture.  It was a warning.  Turn the television off now.  Nothing to see here.  Worse yet, the testcard would appear after closedown in the dark hours of the night.  I vividly recall watching Grip of the Strangler on a black and white portable, falling fast asleep, and waking to find myself staring into the cold, happy eyes of Bubbles.  Five minutes later, my sister came home drunk, lost her key and threw a stone at the bedroom window to wake me up.  I may have made quite a noise.

But you know what?  I never minded the two of them.  Carole only looks scary if you are one of the 98% of the population who finds smiling little girls creepy.  Though, there's clearly a Shining thing going on here.  "Come and play noughts and crosses with us...for ever and ever...and ever...or until Play School comes on at 3:55."

But they're OK, these two.  Just a sneaking hint of weirdness dropped into a 70s/80s afternoon or late night, to break the monotony.  Your parents could never explain the test card and no-one ever mentioned it.  It was a smiling, somewhat clowny enigma, wrapped up in a mystery, wrapped up in the tuning card for a 605 line TV.  Nowadays, it has a fan club and websites dedicated to every last detail, and you're not likely to see the thing post 24 hour TV.  I can't help grieving for the loss of all those nightmares.

One final point, however.

I accept no responsibility for the following. 

If you choose to follow this ritual, you are on your own.  If you break your telly, it's your fault.  If you get scared, it's your fault.  If you meet something you wish you hadn't...well, I can always find another reader.


Turn on a digitally equipped TV set.  Select channel 105.
As soon as the page has loaded, press Yellow on your remote.  You have 30 seconds to do this.
Select any other channel. 
Go back to 105.  As soon as it loads, press Green on your remote.
A data page appears.  There are some instructions at the bottom of the screen.  Or just press Green again.

And don't say I didn't warn you.








Pleasant screams, darlings.







* The ones YOU know about, anyway.

Bad Static...

There are lots of stories out there about television.  I like the scary ones.  Is that enough of a mission statement?

I became obsessed with TV at tragically young age; not the programmes as such, but the oddities.  The idents.  The adverts.  Public information films and unlisted test transmissions.  People would tell me stories about pirate stations or strange broadcasts in the small hours of the morning and I'd love it all.

It turns out that I'm not alone in this.  Go looking through any halfway decent creepypasta archive and you'll find lots of nicely disturbing fake stories about haunted shows or hidden/suppressed episodes.  Fake, as I say.  Fake.  Honestly.  It's not like this blog is part of some complicated disinformation double bluff or anything.

In actual fact, there were a (very) few genuine 'suppressed' episodes of various shows.   I'm going to talk about these, and quite a bit more besides.  I'll point out the obvious hoaxes and legends (Noel Edmonds never really killed anyone live at Saturday tea-time, despite what everyone said in the 1990s), discuss some wonderful pieces of internet creativity (surely you remember Candle Cove and its happy crew of screaming puppet things) and spot the really freaking weird stuff.  So, a guy really did die halfway through a live drama on the BBC,  someone who wasn't Max Headroom once showed porn at prime time and 'Gramaha Space Command' took over the East Anglia 6:00 News.

Most of this stuff is easy enough to find for yourselves, but like any self-obsessed blogger, this is all about me and my comments.  You might like it.  You might not.  Don't care.  So there.

OK then.  All ready?  There's a bad dream about Muppets waiting for us, and a newsreading man-eating penguin and an moth-eaten rabbit puppet that wants to talk about death.  Oh, and some very offensive subtitles that seem to be stalking a middle aged couple.  And we haven't even mentioned the forbidden cartoons or the spirit of dark and lonely water or the...

I'm getting ahead of myself.  Sit back.  Lights out. 
Watch.