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...A satan spawn of Cultural Referencing is retro-referencing. This hasnt taken the same form as the modern day version as
nobody can really remember lines from TV programmes from ten or fifteen years ago. But the horrible thing is people do
still remember the programmes themselves. So now everyone can relive their (wasted) youth by harping on about the likes
of Battle of the Planets, Auf Wiedersehn Pet, Cheers, MacGyver, Thirtysomething, Sport Billy, Fame, 21 Jump Street,
Buck Rogers, Battlestar Galatica, the A-Team, and any other hour-long muck that was screened on Saturday afternoons
on ITV. People discuss these programmes at length; the characters, the plots, how they spent hours as a child watching
them. This depresses me no end: to think that summer and Saturday childhoods were occupied in front of a flashing screen.
Much more enjoyment was to be had disappearing out of the house at 9am and wandering back to the street as it was
getting dark twelve hours later, with grassy knees and bloodied elbows, mothers frantically searching the green for their
kids. If I didnt come back home with at least one serious open cut and four or five picked open pus-ridden scabs from the
previous weeks exertions then I'd have considered the day a waste.
You are an intelligent individual with a life, friends, family, interests, pastimes. Your own memories are better than
television’s manufactured memories, or at least they should be, for fucks sake...
more of the same is viewable at:
http://gurlpages.com/the.path
new issue up there soon, [optical].
regards
...A satan spawn of Cultural Referencing is retro-referencing. This hasnt taken the same form as the modern day version as
nobody can really remember lines from TV programmes from ten or fifteen years ago. But the horrible thing is people do
still remember the programmes themselves. So now everyone can relive their (wasted) youth by harping on about the likes
of Battle of the Planets, Auf Wiedersehn Pet, Cheers, MacGyver, Thirtysomething, Sport Billy, Fame, 21 Jump Street,
Buck Rogers, Battlestar Galatica, the A-Team, and any other hour-long muck that was screened on Saturday afternoons
on ITV. People discuss these programmes at length; the characters, the plots, how they spent hours as a child watching
them. This depresses me no end: to think that summer and Saturday childhoods were occupied in front of a flashing screen.
Much more enjoyment was to be had disappearing out of the house at 9am and wandering back to the street as it was
getting dark twelve hours later, with grassy knees and bloodied elbows, mothers frantically searching the green for their
kids. If I didnt come back home with at least one serious open cut and four or five picked open pus-ridden scabs from the
previous weeks exertions then I'd have considered the day a waste.
You are an intelligent individual with a life, friends, family, interests, pastimes. Your own memories are better than
television’s manufactured memories, or at least they should be, for fucks sake...
more of the same is viewable at:
http://gurlpages.com/the.path
new issue up there soon, [optical].
regards