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devi ([personal profile] devi) wrote2006-12-10 09:49 pm

the rag-and-bone shop of the head

I've been watching the second series of Look Around You. Among all the retro-spoof fun, they keep referring to another programme called "Tlentifini Maarhaysu". As in "Now let's go on another enchanting visit to...". It's never explained what Tlentifini Maarhaysu is. The most you see is some Spirograph-like spinning graphics. And yes, exactly, they've put their finger on something I've never managed to articulate before, because it really was like that.

Before they had Dempsey's Den, a chunk of the afternoon dedicated to kids and featuring children's presenters and puppets and the Birthday Roller, there was Good Afternoon With Thelma Mansfield on RTE 1, and whoa boy was it random. They would put on five- or ten-minute animated shorts in the gaps between the programmes, surreal little films and cartoons often in foreign languages and with no explanations attached. These things seemed deeply disconcerting to five- or six-year-old me, watching after school in a brown and orange sittingroom, cross-legged on the brown carpet in my brown cord dungarees, some time in the early 80s. Every so often since then a memory of one of them will pop up and take me by surprise, and I'll wonder if they really were that weird or if it's just that everything seems strange when you're that young and don't know how anything connects to anything else.

But now we have the internet, and I've been on a trawl through YouTube, and some of these things are out there. Yes, they're still freaky. Especially this one:





Animated video for Kraftwerk's Autobahn. Spinning women with flames for heads! Hovering mouths! Aaaa!

And this one won't let you embed it in a post, but: The Butterfly Ball. Three minutes of utter colour-saturated hippiedom. Frogs that turn into plants. And, apparently, some guy from Deep Purple on vocals.

If you're reading this and a memory of something you saw or read as a kid comes up, maybe something you haven't thought about for years or decades, I challenge you to try and find it again, and then come back and tell me about it. I want to hear about things that don't get an immediate groan of nostalgic recognition round the table when you mention them in the pub; stuff you think no one else remembers. Bring me the fossils in your brain.

[identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Crikey. That cast list! "Cynthia the snakes"... "Ahmed the camels"... something about the single name and the plural noun is doing my head in.

So is that where "All aboard the Skylark" comes from? That phrase cropped up in other programmes and even, I think, on story tapes, and didn't make much sense in the context.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_kent/ 2006-12-10 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess that's where it comes from. "All aboard the Skylark" is one of the fragments of it left in my head, looking for something to connect to, and conjures up an image of the deeply weird ark thing.

I guess there's other things from the era, but most of it ended up being repeated ad infinitum, so it all made sense in the end. There are weird artifacts in my head, though. There's this episode of Bagpuss where there's a little straw elephant with no ears, and so they give it a hat with ears on it. That episode always makes me feel like crying, and I believe it's because when I was about 4, I thought it was a terrible terrible thing that there was this poor little toy elephant that someone had abandoned because it had no ears anymore. Throughout my childhood I always had trouble throwing out broken things, and these days I'll always try and think of a use for something before I throw it out. I have drawers full of crap I'll never use, that doesn't even work anymore. Maybe it all stems from that.

Kids TV, it really stays in your head more than you think.

[identity profile] bluedevi.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
I hear you. I was incapable of throwing out anything with a face on it. Even if it was just a badly drawn face on a piece of paper, it'd still be looking at me reproachfully, damnit.