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2009-08-22T10:38:00.000-07:00

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The Liver Birds: A 70s Conundrum

2009-02-15T13:04:00.001-08:00

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Everyone who grew in the UK in the 70s wants to remember Twiglets, Abba and Hovis Commercials. However, despite its surprisingly ground-breaking social commentary, no one really wants to remember The Liver Birds. Set in Liverpool, The Liver Birds (pronounced "Lie-veh"), which is what all Liverpudlian girls were known as back the day, was a sitcom, set almost entirely indoors in a flat shared by two young women who not only worked, but dated, fought with their parents, and struggled to stay afloat in what was ostensibly still a neanderthal man's world. While not exactly Laverne and Shirley, the show began in 1969 and ran until 1979, with an unsuccessful revival in 1996.

It began with Dawn (Pauline Collins) and Beryl (Polly James) and ran for 5 episodes, but came back in 1970 with Sandra (Nerys Hughes) taking over for Dawn. The Sandra and Beryl days were definitely the heyday for The Liver Birds (and it's Sandra and Beryl you can see in the clip above), though I'm more familiar with later series when Carol, played by Elizabeth Estensen, took over the flat from Beryl.

As a childhood memory, The Liver Birds has all but gone. Nothing more than a group of high-pitched annoying voices and that theme song, penned by Paul McCartney's brother, that just burrows into your brain and eats away you from the inside like something from a bad Star Trek episode. Prior to starting this blog, I'd have said the best thing to come out of The Liver Birds was the Half-Man, Half Biscuit song, I Hate Nerys Hughes.

Looking back on it properly, now, though, the show was actually quite revolutionary. Showing life outside of London, with two independent women (notice in this clip Beryl is only 19 years old) negotiating life on their own in a way women hadn't really done since World War 2. They find their own way though the world of work, romance and family strife with a sense of grit and determination. They aren't tarts, or even really "Dolly Birds", though they have been described that way in many of the other entries I've seen. They paved the way for the women of the 80s and onwards, showing that men weren't necessary for survival. In fact, many of the men who appear in the show are lazy, useless, or socially awkward, especially Carol's brother, who became a show regular in later years and was obsessed with his pet rabbits.

So, try to put aside the horrible sets and lighting, and the theme tune, and some interesting opinions on Chinese food, and let the upbeat quirkiness of The Liver Birds transport you back to a time when no one would look twice at a multi-colored crotchet gilet, or an overabundance of orange floral wallpaper.

Blagged from Slashfilm: Steve Oedekerk to Write Stretch Armstrong Movie | /Film

2009-02-14T07:52:00.000-08:00

Worst Idea Ever: Steve Oedekerk to Write Stretch Armstrong Movie | /Film

Every once in a while a new product comes along that makes you wonder, what do they expect me to do with that? Stretch Armstrong was such a product. You could pull at him every which way but loose, and his rubbery memory plastic body would slowly morph back into shape. But seriously, what kind of toy is that? It's basically a humanoid rubber band! It didn't even stick to anything!

Well, thanks to a deal with Hasbro, that threatens to bring us a Ridley Scott produced Monopoly movie, Universal has hired the writer of Bruce and Evan Almighty to bring us a Stretch Armstrong movie. Now, unlike the writer in the blog I'm lifting all this information from, I'm not going to be too dismissive about this premise. It surely can't be any worse than Paul Blart: Mall Cop, or The Pink Panther 2. And hey, maybe the toy itself will make a comeback, and a new generation will discover how utterly useless Mr Armstrong really is...

Weekly WTF

2009-02-12T10:21:00.001-08:00

Believe it or not, this actually the opening 8 minutes to a 1975 children's TV show from the UK called Sky. We've spoken many times before about how children's TV executives back then were definitely dropping acid, but this one looks like the result of a seriously bad trip. You know the ones... Where demons appear in front of you, naked and snarling, and although their heads are upright, their bodies, instead of standing on the floor, disappear upwards into the clouds, which are crimson, and rain blood and Hersheys chocolate syrup down on you, and all you can do to make them leave is to climb a tree and cry and cry and cry.

Ahem. So, yes. Sky. He's a mostly naked albino alien child and he's hiding in the leaves in a forest near you. The obvious thing to do would be to take him into your house and make him your friend, yes?

10 Great 70s Games

2009-02-09T16:26:00.000-08:00

Usual Made in the 70s rules apply here, folks. This is not a Top Ten List, but a generic list of fun things that affected our collective childhoods. There's plenty more where this came from, and we'd love to hear from you about toys you wish were on this list.

10. Downfall

Ah... Downfall... I have 5 red discs, you have five yellow discs, and I must, by turning the cogs on my side of the wall alone, move all of mine down to the tray at the bottom before you do. But here's the catch, see! Both sides have the same cogs, but the little slots that the discs fit into are in different places, so you never know if by lining up your slots from one cog to another, you're actually helping the other player! Genius!

Well, maybe not genius, but it was pretty good solid fun. You could even make it even more challenging. Each disc was numbered 1 through 5, try to bring your discs down to the tray in order, and if you failed, you'd have to place your out of order pieces back in the hopper again. A task so Herculean in difficulty, you'd need the strategic mind of Anatoly Karpov to achieve it.

9. Master Mind

Speaking of games of genius. I was given this at the age of 6. To this day, I have no frigging idea what the game was supposed to be. You had these colored pegs, and they had some colored pegs, and they had to guess your code based on the colored pegs you have or the other way around, and then if you got it wrong you could place either a black thin peg next to that row or a white one and... I think I just turned it into a complicated cribbage board. No wonder I'm still crap at maths. Wikipedia has the rules all written out, but I still can't get my mind around the damn thing. Anyway, on to simpler things for simpler minds...

8. Tin Can Alley

Yee-haw! That's better! This one was advertised by real TV cowboy Chuck Connors. You got a plastic fence top painted to look like wood. On top of that fence you placed five fake Dr. Pepper cans, painted to look like real Dr. Pepper cans. Then you got a cowboy rifle that did that snik-snak! thing with the lever-action, which was really cool, because that's what they carried in Bonanza and High Chapparal re-runs, and you were good to go! The only thing it didn't have were bullets.

I guess that was the beginning of the end for fun toys, really, as someone thought it would be cool to replace a real BB gun plinking cans off a fence, with one that fired child-eye-friendly infra-red light at holes just under each can, which would then fire a spring-action lever that flicked the can off the wall. They got rid of these in the 80s, as dads across teh country got pissed off you accidentally changing the channel on the TV every time you missed.

7. Crossfire

Thanks to the popularity of Tin Can Alley, Ball Bearing manufacturers were understandably quite pissed at the toy gun industry. How can they sell little metal balls to children if they won't let them buy BB guns? Enter Crossfire, a small plastic box with a cardboard base and two 'goals' in end corners. You placed a BB with tire around it in the middle, filled up a mini gun attached to the box with smaller BBs designed to exact standards of what is now today know as 'choking hazard', and shot the small ones at the big one with the tire to try to get it into the opponent's goal. The opponent, using the same technique, did the same. Imagine Air Hockey, but instead of using those paddles and your hands, you've got Uzis. A fine, fine, manic game, until all the little BBs got lost under a sofa, or your cat dies from eating the big one.

6. Ricochet Racers

"What do boys like, Kowalksi?"

"Well, sir, boys like guns."

"Good, good. What else, Kowalski?"

"Boys like... cars, sir."

"So, Kowalski. Based on these two factors... What do you think should be our next line of toys for boys, Kowalski?"

"Uh... A gun that fires cars, sir?"

"More...?"

"A... Gun that fires glow in the dark cars across the floor, but with a minor adjustment to the safety system can be made to be fired in the air at objects such as, say, cats, sir?"

And that's how Ricochet Racers was born.

5. Rock Em Sock Em Robots

Should be filed under simple toys. Rock 'Em Sock 'Em's premise was easy. Each side had buttons and corresponding robot. You press the button, the robot punches the other robot. You hit the other robot in the right place under the chin, that robot's head pops up, you win the fight. Why did this keep us occupied for such a long time? It had no right to!

4. Mouse Trap

Actually, I'm lying. This game was crap. The commercial, however, made it look like a wicked game to play. Basically, you went around the board, putting together a convoluted mouse trap in about 2 hours that took about 6 seconds to demolish itself, and 99% of the time it didn't catch the plastic mouse. Heck, it wasn't even any good at catching real mice. Heck it wasn't even any good at catching computer mice! And those didn't even move.

3. Buckaroo!

Buckaroo was a spring-loaded 2D plastic mule with a hair trigger, designed to flick little plastic items like ropes, pick-axes, etc., under your sofa.

2. TCR Total Control Racing

Unlike slot-racers like Scalextric, TCR cars could actually change lanes. It was the epitome of cool track racing. You had two cars controlled by the human players, and a third 'jam' car, which was designed to get in your way and slow you down. But, unlike Scalextric, you could actually pass the jam car if it was in your lane. And you could do bridge jumps, which was teh awesome.

1. Binatone TV Master

Hey, it doesn't look like much, but it's got it where it counts, kid. Many toys claim to be the birth of console gaming, but the Binatone TV Master totally takes that title. It came with 6 games. Four of which were variations on Pong, the other two involved a light gun which looked just like a blaster from Star Wars, so you know that was getting tucked in our belts and being taken outside for playing Han Solo straight away. The great thing about it, was that plugged straight into your TV aerial socket, and the menu was on the machine itself. So you clicked a switch down to change games, and there were switches and buttons for everything else. Without this, Atari VCS, Colecovision and Intellivision would have been alien objects to our generation and we would never have mastered their strange, joysticky ways.

"And I must 'fess that I helped the industry out by getting my kit off in films like Vampire Lovers (1970) and The Wicker Man (1973)."

2009-01-13T10:28:00.000-08:00

Hammer Studios' Scream Queen has written a groovy little retrospective column on 1970's cinema. It doesn't go fully in-depth into it, but it's a nice walk down Memory Lane, nonetheless.

You can find here, on the Den Of Geek blog. Enjoy!

What Were They Thinking Tuesday: Ball Buster

2008-12-16T14:32:00.001-08:00

Honestly, what the hell were they thinking? This could go under the Simple 70s Games tag, as it's about as simple as it gets, you have a bunch of balls on sticks, and move them around the board and try to hit as many opponents balls as possible.

But to be serious, we can't tag it that way. It's a full-on question mark of a game made entirely out of what-the-effery, designed to be useless within five days of play as balls fly off the sticks and get lost in the gap in the sofa. If you enjoyed playing this as a kid, I doff my cap to you, but there was no way it could keep me entertained for more than a rainy afternoon.

You're better off with Ker-Plunk.

Saturday Night Fever

2008-12-06T10:29:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's Saturday night, which means here on Made In The 70s we're getting our disco on. Every Saturday night we'll feature one or two forgotten dancefloor classics. This week, it's Patrick Hernandez and Boney M.

Patrick Hernandez: Born To Be Alive

Boney M: Ma Baker

70s List Friday: Ten Songs That Should Never Have Been Released

2008-12-04T20:33:00.001-08:00

This is by no means a list of 70s songs that suck, or even a "Worst Songs Of the 70s" list, simply a list of songs that we wish no one had released for some reason or another. Usually it's because it has turned us against something that we would otherwise have liked, or simply scarred our childhood so much, we either remember exactly where we were when we first heard it, or we've erased the incident completely from our memory with nothing but scotch and drugs. So, starting at 10, here's your Pick Of The Pops countdown...

10. Judy Collins: Send In the Clowns

That's right, we're going there. To be perfectly honest, this is a really great song that no one under Heaven has yet been able to do justice. Ethel Merman's version can restart flatlined hearts, Shirley Bassey's version can pop car tires, but Judy Collins' version is so bland and banal that it doesn't just encourage clowns to start interpretative dancing, it's forcing them to do it outside of their own free will. Send In The Clowns is also probably the primary cause of coulrophobia (it's the 21st Century! Google it!) in those of us from the age of 25-38.

What to listen to instead: Leo Sayer: The Show Must Go On

9. Jimmy Osmond: Long Haired Lover From Liverpool

I can't say too much about this one as I had to stop it 35 seconds into the song, it really does make me think of dark winter days rolling naked down hill after hill of broken glass. Were this a real Top Ten, rather than just a list, this would probably be number 1. Press play above, force your eyes open with matchsticks, and dream of what luxurious lives are led in Guantanamo Bay.

What to listen to instead: Donny Osmond: Puppy Love

8. Michael Jackson: Ben

It's so long ago now that it's hard to remember that this song was actually about a boy's love for his pet rat, Ben, for the movie of the same title. Ben is the sequel to the 1971 horror movie Willard, about a man who trains his pet rat Socrates to enact his vengeance, but the lone rat soon becomes just one of a team of other trained rats lead by the bigger and more intelligent Ben. Socrates eventually turns on his master and kills him, and all the super-intelligent rats escape. In Ben, a boy takes Ben to be his pet, and Ben's awesome powers protect him from bullies, but eventually Ben starts to take control and the rest of the rats start killing people and the police have to come in and contain the swarm. Ben gets away, but unfortunately does not get as far as a third movie, which would have made a wicked cute rats destroy mankind to childish love songs trilogy. So, yeah. Despite being nominated for an Oscar for Best Original Song in 1972, this song bears absolutely no resemblance to the source material it's based on.

What to listen to instead: Paul McCartney & Wings: Live And Let Die (Nominated for Best Original Song Oscar in 1973)

7. Debby Boone: You Light Up My Life

I never saw the movie that this song comes from, but for those who did, I'm truly, deeply, sorry. I did, however, see the trailer for it when I went to see Herbie Goes To Monte Carlo for some kids birthday, which was essentially this 4 minute version from the film intercut with other scenes from the movie. Needless to say, to this day, I have yet to subject myself to it. the only thing I can be happy for, in my own selfish way, is that we in the UK got the Sex Pistols in 1977, while you poor buggers in the US had two full months of this insipid dross as number one. Actually, while you were forced to hear that everywhere, we had four number ones which could could be considered either better or worse, depending on your tastes:-

David Soul: Silver Lady - A beautiful song sung by a beautiful man
Baccara: Yes Sir, I Can Boogie - The kind of Eurodisco that turns normal people into serial killers
ABBA: The Name Of The Game - Arguably the greatest ABBA song of all time
Paul McCartney & Wings: Mull Of Kintyre - My family anthem, apparently.

Then Mull of Kintyre proceded to wreak holy vengeance upon us Brits by staying there at number 1 for 9 weeks. 9 full weeks of bagpipe solos. Thinks about it. What makes it worse is that my sister actually bought the damn thing. She's responsible.

But anyway, yes. You Light Up My Life should never have been released.

What to listen to instead: Meco: Star Wars Theme - Cantina Band - This is what was number 1 in the US the week before Debby Boone got there...

6. Brotherhood Of Man: Save Your Kisses For Me

It's 1976, and this is my first real Eurovision Song Contest. We in Britain realized that if we ever wanted to win, we needed a singing group that reminded everyone of ABBA, and had a catchy dance gimmick. In 76, Brotherhood of Man stuck their thumbs behind their oversized belt buckles and bounced their hips in a non-sexual circular motion (in 81, Bucks Fizz did the same thing only the two girls ripped their skirts off to reveal slightly shorter skirts). Surprisingly, it worked, and BoM won that year. Save Your Kisses For Me was also the biggest selling single in the UK that year. Outside of the Euro-sphere, however, you have probably never been subjected to this strange love song with the 'surprise' Jackson-Approved ending, so I'm including here just for you. Bear in mind, this was the first dance routine I ever learned, and I was trotted out to perform it just about every time it came on at weddings, parties and wakes all throughout the later 70s. Thank God, no one remembers it now.

Okay, maybe next time it's played, you'll get me to do it one more time, just for old time's sake.

What to listen to instead: Brotherhood of Man: Figaro - Much more fun, and you feel less icky for enjoying it.

5. Styx: Babe

In just over 4 minutes, Styx invent the Power Ballad, and ruin pretty much any enjoyment I can get out of a regular rock album for the whole of the 80s. Every rock band has to have their version of Babe in their otherwise excellent album somewhere. I'm left crying in the closet as child, wondering what the hell I've spent my pocket money on. This one song is directly responsible for Bryan Adams' career. Well, that and the Canadian Content laws that virtually guarantee anyone with a record contract airtime. Screw you, Dennis De Young. Your band sucks. Thanks for nothing!

What to listen to instead: Typically Tropical: Barbados - Because despite the knowledge that it's sung by a white guy in an overtly racist Caribbean accent, it still totally erases my memory of that shite song above. Ah... Bliss...

4. Ray Stevens: Everything Is Beautiful

Quite simply, there's nothing wrong with this song. But he sold it to an advertising company, who used to sell wood sealant. So, yeah, whenever I hear it now, I do hear "Everything is beautiful, in it's own way... Ronseal keeps wood beautiful, beauty that will stay!" Nice way to remember a happy song about God and kids and stuff, right?

What to listen to instead: David Dundas: Jeans On - The proper way to sell your song out to advertisers. At least jeans are cool...

3. Maureen McGovern: Can You Read My Mind?

Ignore the weird karaoke-club video that goes with this. Astute readers will realize that this is the love theme from 1978's Superman. It's a lovely, almost haunting piece until OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE THEY DONE! Yep, they've taken that crap poem Lois Lane has going through her head as she flies with Superman, definitely the lamest part of an otherwise awesome movie, and set it to music. I don't know what's worse, the original scene with the poem, or the sung version with the dolphins and orcas. Either way, I need to scrub my brain with a Brillo pad. Nurse!

What to listen to instead: John Williams: Cavatina - Harrowing movie, beautiful piece of music, no stupid lyrics.

2. The Bellamy Brothers: If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body Would You Hold It Against Me?

This song has, as it's title, such a ridiculous pick-up line, that I can't even use it in an ironic fashion. Plus, it's terrible, weak, and features far too much pedal-steel slide guitar. The word here, though really is weak. They spend the whole time asking if they can say this or call her that. It's the most passive-aggressive love song ever written. You can tell they're from Florida. These two guys really need to grow a pair... each this time.

Oh, the only song worse in this category of stupid trick titles is Dr. Hook's When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman. Seriously, guys, just stop.

What to listen to instead: The Bellamy Brothers: Let Your Love Flow - It's like a completely separate group, intelligent, poppy, and doesn't sound like something Sondra Locke would sing in one of those Any Which Way But Loose movies...

1. Manhattan Transfer: Chanson D'Amour

Ah the good old days of Gay Paris, sipping champagne in the cafe, Piaf reverberating from the 78rpm wind-up record player, Francois capitulating to the Nazis, zut alors! Les temps c'est fantastique! Oui, c'est vrai. Fantastique, indeed.

Someone out there was desperately trying to forget that it was 1977 and that punk was around the corner. Leo Sayer's When I Need You was number the week before, ABBA's Knowing Me Knowing You came after, but for three weeks the UK gave itself over to America's jazz quartet Manhattan Transfer, who wanted to sing us in Franglais a love song about how they think of love songs every time they see you, or every time they hear a Thompson Submachinegun go 'rat-tat-tat-tat-ta!" or something like that. So, yeah, it's either a slow plodding paean to a 1930s love affair, or it's an overlong cpdewrod for a French resistance operation. Take your pick...

What to listen to instead: Blondie: Denis - A much finer example of a song with a bit of French in it. And a video much more pleasant to the eye, too.

Scary 70s Thursday: Men in Giant Psychedelic Animal Suits

2008-12-04T13:57:00.000-08:00

You're being chased through the woods by a man-sized fuzzy blue lion, who sings psychedelic Beatles songs at you while you run. An orange monkey, a tiger with an eyepatch, and a green dog wearing a big brown hat capture you in a massive net, then implore the lion, whose name is Rory, to read aloud a story to you. If you've never woken up from either this particular nightmare in a pool of sweat, or anything like it, you probably didn't grow up in the late 60s to early 70s, and completely missed out on the weekly (sometimes even daily) man-sized furry freakshows that were a mainstay of children's television. You think you had it hard with the Teletubbies, and thought that baby in the sun thing was trippy... You haven't seen what happens when the Teletubbies and the Wiggles get together and get laid while on horse tranquilizers...

Animal Kwackers sing Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds

It's a pretty simple rendition, actually, also found on their Animal Kwackers LP which I had as a child. Bongo, Rory, Twang and Boots play a happy melody written by the greatest rock and roll band ever in the world, and it just happens to be about being on LSD. I utterly loved this when I was a kid, and no amount of Just Say No campaigns later on as a teenager could remove the glory that was Animal Kwackers telling me to drop acid. None. So the good news is that when I finally do, I may actually be able to understand:

H. R. Pufnstuf

Technically this, and the following group of six-foot, two-legged monsters, were really made in the 60s, but their shows ran into the 70s and were on continual rerun throughout my decade. I never got to see the series of H. R. Pufnstuf, but did see the movie, and boy, between this, Hanna Barbera's version of Alice In Wonderland (or What's A Nice Kid Like You Doing In A Place Like This?), and The Phantom Tollbooth, you never actually have to say no to drugs. It's all right there, on the screen, man!

Anyhoo. Pufnstuf's name's a complete give away. He lives on Living Island, where, you know, wow, everything's alive, man, he calls everyone dude, dude. His friend Jimmy, the only true human on the show, is transported there by a magical talking flute. Not, you know, James Galway's magical golden flute, but one that talks, man. It's all, you know, wow, man... etc.

Not this flute, the one that TALKS!

Also notice that the title sequence is one minute forty-nine seconds. That's just for you guys at the back who zoned out halfway through the last show and couldn't remember what the hell it was about, or had some fight about 'bogarting' or somesuch.

The Banana Splits

There ain't much that can be said about this wacky foursome that hasn't been said before. Fleegle, Bingo, Drooper and Snorky are the godfathers of six-foot psychedelic critterdom. (Fun Banana Splits fact: All the outside scenes in series one were filmed at Six Flags Over Texas theme park, by future director of Superman, Richard Donner.) Essentially The Banana Splits, a combine of the talents from Hanna Barbera and Sid & Marty Krofft who also created Pufnstuf, was a live-action cartoon. It used all the well-known Hanna Barbera sound effects and sight gags, and what's best is that there's absolutely no attempt to make the character's mouths move. So there's a lot of talking by creatures who grin like stoners or run around with their tongues sticking out like wasted junkies. So, sit back and enjoy The Banana Splits in all their wonderfully wacky-backy glory.

Now, thanks to the internet, these guys would be considered the godfathers of furrydom and I'm surprised there isn't some ultra-not-actually-sexy slash-fic written about them by basement bound 37 year-olds.

You know... Thinking about it... That doesn't sound like a bad idea at all... Time to start flexing those slash-fingers!

Just as Strange in the 70s - Doomsday Cults

2008-12-03T11:07:00.000-08:00

For those who are starting already to stockpile their canned foods and water bottles, duct tape, white paint and Armalites for the Rapture/2012/Big Terror Attack, you are not alone. Nor have you ever been. There are records in history of a Millennium cult that thought Jesus was going to save us in 1000AD, and ever since then (and, I'm sure before even that) people have truly believed that for some reason The End Of The World Is Nigh.

30 years ago, in 1978, things were no different. Along with the Jonestown Mass Suicides of Guyana in November, there was another group a little closer to home (well, at least closer to where I live now, anyway) who, in December of 1978, were also preparing themselves for the end of the world - in 1984.

This little look back at December 1978 from the Vineland Times Journal of south New Jersey found, amongst other odd stories of the day:

... members of a religious sect were picketing in support of their leader, who was being sought by the FBI on charges of federal income tax invasion.

According to the story, which ran as a two-part front-page series, the man claimed to be the prophet Jeremiah reincarnated and had publicly admitted that he hadn’t paid his income taxes since 1948.

Many of his followers, numbering 150 to 200 in South Jersey, also refused to pay federal taxes because they wanted “no part of a system bent on destruction of the human race.”

Even as their leader hid from the feds, they met on Tuesday nights in McKee City, studying the Bible and preparing to follow him into the mountains to wait out the effects of a nuclear war that was going to destroy two-thirds of the world’s population in 1984.

If there's a lesson to learned from late 1978 for all you conspiracy theorists, cultists and dominionists out there... It's that you may possibly be right, but more likely than not, you are very, very wrong.

If you are living in 1978, here's a handy 3-step guide on how to spot a cultist, versus your typical stuck in 1972 hippy.

If your brother lives in a commune - he's a hippy. If he lives on a compound - he's a cultist.
If your sister smokes a ton of weed then passes out on your couch - she's a hippy. If she drinks Kool-Aid, writes a cryptic pseudo-socialistic suicide note on the back of matchbook, then keels over dead - cultist.
If your best friend joins a new group of yogic flyers held by a guru in Mike's house every Tuesday night - hippy. If your best friend joins a new group by taking a psych test after being lured into a shop window on Charing Cross Road - scary, scary, scary cultist. Rescue your friend immediately, lest he end up as Tom Cruise's 40 year old manservant.

So, before the aliens ask you to take them to your leader and all you can point to is a large man called Bubba, probably a good idea to keep paying your taxes, and try not to poison all your followers in a Revolutionary Suicide pact. Not too much to ask, is it?

Creepy Happy 70s - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep

2008-12-02T09:54:00.001-08:00

I've come to the conclusion that "Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep" is the
most fun song about child abandonment ever written.

Must find a link to this catchy, twee, ominous marvel as soon as I get
back.

Oh, here it is... Middle Of The Road - Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep (1971)

Of course, it's not the original version. There's a slightly more maudlin, yet still upbeat and strident version from 1970, by the song's writer, Lally Stott, here:

This is actually the version I heard yesterday which made me think of the old childish, stomping crowd pleaser that I grew up on dancing to at weddings and jubilees and such. This would inevitably be followed by Slade's Mama Weer All Crazee Now (1972). Not as scary, but just as damn catchy.

Now, where's that one? Oh, here! Even better, a non-lip-synched performance! Groovy!

Simple 70s Games #1 - Rebound

2008-11-23T11:20:00.001-08:00

Eight ball bearings with a plastic cover on it, two players and a bit of wood. The object of the game is to get as far down the other side of the board as you can without going over the edge for points. Player with most points wins. Take that, Grand Theft Auto!

Stranger in the 70s - The Popularity of Windswept Pianists

2008-11-23T11:07:00.001-08:00

Relax and enjoy the warm tones of Richard Clayderman's "Ballade Pour Adeline" as he floats through Paris on the back of a flatbed truck playing the piano and staring at you like a hungry dog.

Every now and then an anomaly appears in the record charts that just defies description. French pianist Richard Clayderman is one of those anomalies. His first single, proudly displayed in this post, sold 22 million copies in 38 countries in 1976. Since then he has sold upwards of 90 million records. Not bad for a former session musician.

There was an untapped market in 1976 for what I can only describe as middle class foreplay music. In terms of foreplay music, he was no Barry White. he wasn't even Mantovani (although Mantovani's influence on White's string arrangements is blatant), he was a handsome, safe French guy with a soft-fingered approach to love that thirty-something women could dig, and bachelors with black leather and chromed steel tubing furniture in their pads could use to lure the demure into the mood. I mean, look at him. The guy just oozes risk-free romance.

Having said all that, he's still enormously popular in South East Asia, so maybe I'm painting a incorrect picture, but back then, it was all Mateus red wine and whispered conversations in front of the gas fire on a cold winter night before Clayderman finally brings you to a point where you simply have to slip into something more... comfortable.

Ten Things We Miss From The 70s

2008-11-14T14:01:00.000-08:00

10. Pan-Am and TWA

Although these two airlines did start way back in the 30s and did continue beyond the 70s into the 90s, there's something classically 70s about Pan Am and TWA that's hard to pin down. Maybe it's the funky logos and typefaces they used. Pan Am had a reputation of being a pretty classy airline, which is why I'm including the magazine ad about first class down below. Notice the ridiculous amount of text you got in ads back then?

Pan Am's other famous tagline was "If you do not master your aircraft, your aircraft becomes your master".

Anyway, I was in a thrift store last weekend and came >< this close to purchasing an old TWA vinyl holiday bag in red and white. Although it would have made for a cool retro messenger bag, I had to remind myself that it was TWA, after all, and reminded me of Thomas Cook holiday catalogues. Brrr! Sent a chill down my back, I can tell you.

In the 70s, the term "widebody" was reserved for the aircraft, rather than passengers from Topeka.

TWA Commercial from the 70s, featuring Peter Sellers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLy2DkJ8xn8

Oh, hey, and this is the exact bag I found in the thrift store...

You may now realize why I didn't want to spend $30 on it.

Related: DC-10 Crashes

"Look, ma, no engine!"

Yes, I know I shouldn't joke about them, but it was hard not to. To start with, the cargo doors had a habit of blowing off the plane in mid-air, causing them to decompress and fall out of the sky. So they fixed the problem and went back into service, only for the engine to fall off of the DC-10 you see above at Chicago's O'Hare Airport. For a long time, as a kid, whenever we saw a plane flying over our school, we'd assume the worse and run for cover, just in case it was a DC-10. Since then, I've flown on a couple of DC-10's and they're not bad little planes. I just tend to pray more whenever I board one...

9. Leisure Suits

Luckily, I wore some weird crap when I was young, but no one bought me one of these. I was a shorts and t-shirts kinda kid, preferably tennis-related, and I could make a pair of Converse Chuck Taylors last forever. I'd have hated being stuck in any kind of suit back then, let alone one made with 100% polyester, but now... hey why not? They're color coordinated, no need to iron, and you look like a guy who's ready to safari. How can you beat that?

Rather typically, Adam couldn't find a seat in the cafeteria because the German tourists had claimed them all already by 6am.

Related: Iron-On Patches

These guys made it into the 80s with the rise of the denim jacket and metal band, but they were at their best and weirdest in the 70s. Why on earth would anyone buy an article of clothing, then buy a patch which is not much more than an advert for a product, then spend the time ironing them onto said article of clothing? Because jeans are expensive and you've worn a hole in the knees, of course!

Having said that, not sure if my mum would have given me one of these to put on my knees. Not until I was 10, anyway.

You can never have enough Schlitz on your jeans.

Related: Crimplene

I really shouldn't have to say too much about this stuff. Yet another non-iron man-made polyester blend that neither breathed nor fitted properly. The dress below is 100% crimplene, and makes even a headless mannequin look like a sweaty Stay-Pressed Cruella DeVille. However, because of its memory plastic nature, you could roll it up, throw it in a TWA Vacation Getaway bag, fly to DC, take it out and throw it on and still look great in time for the Ambassador's Party. Just stay away from naked flames, or hairy waiters serving Ferrero Roche.

Everybody run, Joan Crawford's ghost is coming for you...

8. Datsuns

I honestly miss Datsuns. There was something of the Ford Capri to them. Long noses and lean muscular racing lines, and cool, cool colors. When Nissan killed the brand in the 80s I was so disappointed. Don't forget, I had a couple of Datsuns in my Matchbox Super 75 collection, but I never had any Nissans, no sirree. So, yeah, bring back the Datsun.

Believe it or not, the 610 really was the most luxurious Datsun.

Plus, they had a logo that looks just like a London Underground station.

7. LED Digital Watches

LED watches came out just before the more comonly known LCD watches which is what we would conceive of as a digital watch today. But LED watches were way cooler. For a start, they required more power than an LCD watch, which meant that, in order to find out what time it was, not only did you have to look at your watch, you had to find a big silver button on the side and press that in until you had a dent in your finger to make the LEDs light up. Some of them had a calendar, too, but by then, your finger's got a hole in it, and you're using an ice lolly stick to bridge the gap and hey, it's not worth the trouble, man.

Despite that, all you could think about was that you had a watch that looked like it belonged on an astronaut, and who wouldn't want that?

Someone actually thought it would be a good advertisement to show this watch not telling the time.

6. People On The Moon

Speaking of astronauts, remember when they didn't just go up in space, float about a bit then come back down again? That's right, we actually sent them places. What's crazier is that we sent them to the moon using computers that have been eclipsed in power and memory by my old Motorola Razr. That's some pretty heavy stuff right there, dude.

Apollo 17 Astronaut re-enacts scenes from "Dude, Where's My Car?"

Related: SkyLab

This thing was about the size of a Lower East Side studio apartment, yet three people at a time lived and worked in it 24 hours a day 7 days a week for months. Sure the Soyuz cosmonauts had it bad, but think about the smell. It's not like you can just open a window or anything. International Space Station? Luxury! On the plus side, you were closer to home than the crazy guys on the moon. Bad side? When everyone left it, they just waited for it to fall out of the sky. If that was its main purpose in life, you might as well saved all those tax-payer dollars and thrown a DC-10 up there instead.

Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

5. Jimmy Hoffa

Okay, I don't miss him. But he is missing. Still. Rumor has it that I ride over him on the train every morning on the way to work.

Giants Stadium Stairwell Foundation, East Rutherford, NJ: Self-portrait.

Related: Lord Lucan

This guy, however, I do miss, because I grew up on the stories of his disappearance and there were constant sightings of him appearing in the papers all through the 70s and early 80s. Lord Lucan killed his children's nanny with the lead pipe in the basement, and tried to kill his wife, too, before she escaped and called for help. When the police searhed the house he was not there, and has never been found since. Rumor has it that he fled to Rhodesia and changed his name to Ian Smith.

"Oui, oui, je suis une porn star."

4. A world without home computers

I know, I know. Without this thing I wouldn't be able to write this, you wouldn't be able to read it, and Google Analytics wouldn't keep making me cry by telling me I have no hits. No matter, I'm not sorry. I really would prefer a world without email, Blackberrys, internet porn, first person shooters and worst of all, national databases. So, that begs the question... What did we do without home computers?

Instead of Word Processors we had Typing Pools

The device below is called a typewriter. A police officer in 2008 found one of these in a carrying case at the bottom of a set of stairs and called in the bomb squad to blow it up, because he'd never seen one before. Then again, this was in Florida, so no big surprise there.

Typists in the 70s were trained in school, and probably wouldn't be able to get a job unless they touch-typed at an average of 70-plus words per minute. 90 WPM was more common. Sometimes a typist would have to take a dictation, either live, or from a cassette, and would use either a weird squiggly language called 'short-hand' or type as fast as the person was speaking. In teh 70s, if you were a short-hand or audio typist, with a 90WPM speed, you'd get pretty far in your typing pool.

Mildred always lost the Friday afternoon 'staring slightly to the right' competitions.

Ever wonder what the CC stands for in an email? It means Carbon Copy. That was a sheet of carbon paper that went between sheets of regular paper that would print on the second sheet as you typed. You could make about 4 copies of anything at any one time using that stuff. After that, the hammers of the typewriter wouldn't be strong enough to go through all that paper. Carbon paper was a great time-saver, but you never really wanted to touch it, as it would invariably go all over your hand, and then everyone would know who strangled their boss last Friday.

Telex

Your average business card in 2008 contains your phone number and your email address. In the 70s it would be your phone number and your Telex number. Fax machines existed, but they were extremely poor quality. Much better to type out your message or letter again and then send it via telex. Or, even better, by mail. If the postmen weren't on strike, that is.

Sure, for 1978 this was a pretty cool laptop, but it was a bugger trying to fit into my messenger bag.

TeleType Machines

If you listen to radio news, you'll hear one of these clacking away in the background. Well, at least a looped audio file of one, anyway. My main memory of these is the British TV Sports show, Grandstand. After 4.30pm every Saturday, the football results would start coming in, and rather than just telling us what they were, they'd actually cut to the teletype machine as it was receiving them and a man with the most BBC English voice you'ev ever heard would read them out. We all waited with baited breath for the Scottish results to come in, though, as we all longed for him to announce "Forfar 5, East Fife 4", but I don't think it ever happened.

The new Terminator could take any shape or form, once it had touched it.

Related: A world where political scandals ended in something other than '-gate'.

3. Smitty

The "Smitty Did It" ad campaign was huge back in the mid-70s. Somehow, just the knowledge that you were wearing it was enough to reverse gravity. I mostly miss this, though for one reason, as no one I knew actually wore the stuff (they all used Charlie)... My sister used to pick me and swing me around while I sang the jingle.

Weird memories tend to land on my head like that.

Smitty: Anti-gravity juice for ladies.

Here's a link to the commercial. Hopefully it works as I can't test it here.

http://www.tvparty.com/tv4/smitty-77-hi.ram

Related: Harmony Hairspray

Is she or isn't she, the commercial used to ask us. And of course, she was, but only until the invention of mousse.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_ZiUGgsePo

2. Beverage Pull Tabs

For years we were given cans that had pull tabs that came completely off, rather than the ones we have today that scrunch metal into your drink before you get a chance to drink it. Pull tabs were great when they worked, but they had two problems. Firstly, sometimes the ring section would break off, leaving the can completely unopenable, except with a stick.

Each can came embossed with two easily ignorable sentences.

Secondly, the streets were littered with these things:

Mostly, they were squashed by cars or bikes. There are some sections of road in London still where you can see them, flattened and embedded into the asphalt as though they were part of the mixture. Archaeologists in thousadns of years time will dig up those roads wondering why we placed them there, and they'll never know. They'll never know.

Related: Watney's Party Seven

Because a party ain't a party until someone brings a couple of sevens with them. This is just a seven pint can of cheap crap ale. It wasn't a keg, because it didn't have a tap, you just poked a hole in it and poured.

Ta-daa! Instant party!

1. Chicken In A Basket

Before my dad had his Triumph Dolomite, we had a Morris 1300. Where we lived in London, the spot behind my dad's car was taken up by an orange Reliant Robin that was used as a Chicken-In-A-Basket delivery van. To this day, I know that CIAB was supposed to be classy, if you were working class council flat kids like me, but for the life of me I don't know why. It's not chicken cordon bleu, it's not not even chicken kiev, it's just chicken. And it's not even on a plate.

Still felt posh, though...

It's chicken. And it's in a basket.

Related: Black Forest Gateau

Layers of cream, sponge, strawberries, chocolate. It fell out of favor with the introduction of the Wall's Viennetta, but you'd still never turn down a slice of this yumness.

Om-nom-nom!

Life On Mars USA: The Pilot

2008-10-10T12:00:00.000-07:00

Okay, so last night the US version of Life On Mars premiered on ABC. For those who don't know, Life On Mars was a BBC show about a 'noughties' detective who is hit by a car and wakes up in 1973. He discovers he's still a cop, still has detective work to do, and has to solve the rather meta-phyical puzzle of how he got thjere and why. Did he travel in time? Is he dreaming this while in coma? Or has he simply gone insane? Quite the trifecta. The original, set in Manchester, UK, is a bleak view of the early 70's. The majority of the population are unionized factory workers, or shopkeepers, or bouncers in gentlemen's nightclubs. Women are still finding their place in society. Racists openly taunt and belittle non-whites to their faces without consequence. Yet the show also manages to slide a massive slice of warm nostalgia into this huge shite sandwich. It's a violent, it needs to be un-PC world, that portrays the world as it really was back then, one episode at time, walking the line between showing us how far we've come and how much we'd love to go back to live there. The show itself, however, is a cop show, based on a cross between The Sweeney and the original Get Carter. The Independent describes it as a "time when hair was long, lapels were wide, and police brutality came as standard." That pretty much sums it up.

The US version transplants the action to New York's East Village, which is apropos, as many of its denizens never made it out of the 70s anyway.

So, what did I think?

I didn't think it was all that bad. There were a few key moments where they hit it perfectly. Firstly, well they actually shelled out the cash to get Life On Mars and Baba O'Reilly on the soundtrack at the exact same points as the original. The shot of the World Trade Center that seals the deal that he's in 1973 is spot on, almost brought tears to Mrs Ski's eyes. All my hopes that they make this a kind of gritty, urban crime drama with a little wit thrown in, like a Starsky & Hutch, or Kojak, seem to have been fulfilled. It looks fantastic, a ton of attention has gone into the detail, and the CGI work that gives us New York 1973 is seamless.

Script-wise... Most of it was taken directly from the first episode of the original. There were obviously the changes in slang, and nicknaming Annie "No-Nuts" was a perfect hearkening back to 1977's The Choirboys (about dysfunctional and corrupt LA cops) who had a character called No Balls Hadley. Otherwise, it was a little hit-and-miss. There was too much exposition, not enough wit or one-liners, and no tension at all really between Tyler and Hunt, which is the key to the success of the show. Maybe they'll build that up more, but poor Keitel, who is seriously starting to look his age (69), didn't have much to work with in this pilot. His entrance, I have to admit is pretty classic, though... He's just standing there in the doorway to his office fanning himself - cut to Hunt gut-punching Tyler to show him who's in charge. However, it just felt a little rushed, and no surprise, as they had to get five plots that previously had an hour to breathe into 42 minutes which they didn't quite manage to do, so the impact of the event is lost somewhat.

Acting-wise, everyone was better than expected. Harvey Keitel needs to be tougher, but, as I said, they didn't give him much to work with. I was extremely impressed with Michael Imperioli as Ray, though. He seemed a lot more threatening and uncaring than Keitel, and it looks like they may turn much of the Tyler/Hunt tension into Tyler/Carling tension.

Music was good. Direction sucked, though. Too much focus on Tyler, and not enough background interplay between the other characters. This might change as the series progresses and they move away from the original scripts, but this should be much more of an ensemble piece than last night's episode was.

All in all, I'm still optimistic about it. I think the show had a good start, but I'm not sure if it would have hooked me instantly quite the way the BBC version (and I saw that on a plane... I *needed* to know what happened as soon as I landed!) did. One major plus to it is the look of 1973 New York. Although it seems a little too clean to be real, the slightly grainy, earth-tone color correction of the world gives you a great feel for 1973 NYC. I only hope enough people keep watching it to make it what it should be, an edgy 70's cop show with a 2008 detective in it.

Ridski has sent you a custom Slacker radio station

2008-10-02T15:31:00.001-07:00

What's happening, everyone! I built a little Made in the 70s internet radio station on Slacker.com. I'll be adding more bands and songs on it going forward, but this should be enough to get us all started. It's totally groovy, man.

Ridski sent you a personalized Slacker radio station. Check out the station details below or click here to start listening now.

Made in the 70s

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Having Trouble Selling Your Product? Naked Hippie Chicks Work Everytime

2008-09-24T11:06:00.000-07:00

It's true. If it wasn't for Ace Combs, we wouldn't be able to rock the Fu Manchu 'tache, cover our Bristols with nothing but hair, enjoy our four foot long combover or... Wait... There's no way Foxy Brown used that comb to frizz out her afro. It would take her all day and hurt like a mofo! What were they thinking?

Listen Foxy, forget Ace Combs, and those hippies to your right. They're no good to you. They don't know you like I know you. You need to get your bad self one of these:

You're damn right.

Cooler in the 70s: Car Chase Movies

2008-09-24T10:20:00.000-07:00

Thanks to the current fuel crisis and the tanking economy, I tend to feel a pang of guilt whenever I switch the channel and stop to watch motorsports. As a kid, I loved motorsports and two of my biggest heroes were Formula One driver James Hunt and Motorcycle Grand Prix rider Barry_Sheene . Now I have the choice of NASCAR, F1, IndyCar, Drag Racing, MotoCross, Rally driving, Dirtbiking, etc... And I always feel like they might want to tone it down a bit and save some of that gas for the rest of us to keep the costs down a bit. Maybe play some NASCAR Thunder on the Wii instead, something like that.

Sure, there was an oil crisis also going on in 1973, but that didn't seem to stop anyone from making the kinds of movies where the main object of entertainment is ostensibly a 70 minute car chase across the northern California. Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry is one such film, but you could add Vanishing Point, Duel, Smokey and the Bandit, Convoy, Gone in 60 Seconds and Death Race 2000 to that list. Anytime you have a simple first reel set-up and 70 minutes or more of cars chasing each other, you've got a 1970's hit movie. Add some desert-road diners, a couple of gas station fights, and at least one middle-of-nowhere motel, and you have a blockbuster on your hands.

Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry is about a simple a set-up as it gets. Peter Fonda and Adam Roarke rob a supermarket, and discover their getaway vehicle has Susan George in it. Peter shagged Susan something rotten the night before, in a motel, but unbeknownst to him she's a wily drifter who discovers what they've done and forces them to let her tag along. Cue 70 minutes of spectacular high-speed car chases and mindblowing car and helicopter stunts.

There are some interesting points that make DMCL stand out from more commercial fare like Smokey and The Bandit, however. For a start, there's no musical score. There's a song at the beginning, one at the end, and a couple of times where Susan turns on the radio, or you hear one in the background, but there is no composed incidental music anywhere in the movie. It's a strange effect that brings you closer and closer to their world, as you hear nothing police radios and V8 engines as the soundtrack to their lives.

Another thing is that, despite knowing that these are criminals that just robbed a grocery store, their reasoning behind it (Fonda is a wannabe NASCAR driver and Roarke is his mechanic, but they couldn't get a sponsor to afford a car fast enough to enter any races) allows the audience to forget what they've done. We almost instantly like them, and all we care about is that these guys, with their free-wheeling lifestyle and easy charm, get away with it. At times, you even want their many attempts to ditch Susan George to succeed, as she does come across at a tad annoying. She is, though, an interesting character - a chronic liar, pretending to be a dumb blond trailer-trash good-time chick, but sometimes little moments of education and street smarts shine through, relentlessly clinging to Larry almost as a father figure, needing of attention and some kind of thrill in her otherwise mundane drifting life. The script finally gives her a backstory, provided by the police no less, but she herself has lied so much about her past I can't even believe what's on her criminal record. Suffice to say, she has one, and the two store robbers have one, and that means only thing. A shocking, but appropriate ending.

DMCL is a classic cult car chase movie that makes you forget how much gas costs now, even with the knowledge that back then, at the height of the 73 oil crisis, it was only 53c a gallon. Sit back, switch off your brain, enjoy the speed, and don't forget that this movie, when it came out in 74, was distributed almost exclusively to drive-in movie theaters.

Cracking open the famous Simon

2008-09-01T08:32:00.000-07:00

If you didn't have a Simon, you knew someone who did. I didn't, but I didn't need one, as my trusty Merlin (see previous posts) had a Simon-like game on it. Yep, my Merlin was too cool for simple Simon.

This article, from CNET, opens the lid, literally, on Simon, and takes a look at what made him tick. Fun to see what back in 1978 we considered a "computer-controlled game", really...

Ray Winstone in new HBO Cop Drama set in 1972

2008-08-24T09:31:00.000-07:00

Some people may have noticed my newly-founded obsession with the 70's began roughly a day after I watched the first season of Life On Mars about a year and a half ago. It's a weird feeling that's been growing on me ever since, that nostalgic longing for simpler times that I know people in their 30's in 1978 had for the late 50's. But I do now unabashedly enjoy traveling down Memory Lane when I chance, and hope you readers are happily following along.

So, it brings me a mixture of happiness and trepidation that the US version of Life On Mars wasn't canceled after very poor reviews of the pilot episode, but has been completely re-tooled, re-scripted, and moved from 1972 L.A. to 1972 New York, with Harvey Keitel now as Gene Hunt, and Gretchen Mol as Annie. It could be great, it could be okay, it could bomb completely. Either way, the original UK show cannot suffer, and as long I've still got those discs, I'm happy.

Whatever the outcome of October 9th's season premiere of Life On Mars, there's something currently filming in Brooklyn that has also peaked my interest: "Last Of The Ninth" is a new HBO series starring Ray Winstone as a cop in the same corrupt 1972 NYPD that Serpico tried to fight. I can completely imagine ABC screwing up a perfect show by watering it down, changing the reality of the characters, etc., but HBO, who probably should have made Life On Mars in the first place, I fully trust to get it right. Who knows, maybe I'll be proved wrong, and if I am, then I'll be a happy man.

CB Radios Still Being Sold and Used

2008-08-24T09:18:00.001-07:00

Here's a fun article about CB Radio (again) from the Chicago Tribune, not so much reminiscing about them, as explaining why people are still, even these days of iPhones and the Internet, still buying and using CB radios.

About 800,000 CB radios are sold in the U.S. each year. That's a far cry from the 10 million iPods that Apple moves each quarter, but not a bad little number for a market most of us probably didn't think existed anymore.

Total 70s Freak Out

2008-08-19T14:10:00.000-07:00

Found a wicked site that's been around way longer than this one, but for some reason doesn't appear when I do any searches on Blogger for 70s blogs. It's called plaidstallions.com, and it's taken a love of the 70s into the realm of complete mockery, which means not only is it funny, but extremely cool at the site. I'll let Brian, the site owner, explain it better:

"The name "Plaid Stallions" Came about when I was in high school, I have always been crazy about department store catalogs and when a close friend of mine told me his mother had a stash of 70's Eatons ( a now defunct Canadian Department store chain), I grabbed them with both hands!

While we were pouring through them, I ripped out a page of guys in plaid leisure suits (which I believe is the one above) and said "Check out the Plaid Stallions!", I want to add that no one but me found that funny.

For some odd reason, I still found it funny and in April of 2006, I created a daily blog of the same name so I could make stupid jokes about polyester clothing I probably would have worn if I were in my 20's at the time.

Eventually, I liked doing the blog so much that bought the domain name and expanded it into this site."

Check out his 70s Fashion Mockery galleries, TV and Movie Character Mall Appearance gallery, and tons of scans from fashion and toy catalogues from back in the day. This is a treasure trove of nostalgic goodness, veen though much of it was very American, and I have no idea what it is. He has a blog, too, as well as discussion forums which mostly deal with vintage toys, and how to get hold of them, but is a fun read anyway.

Merlin Electronic Game

2008-08-15T20:30:00.003-07:00

Mentioned in the previous post below this one, here's Merlin. Lordy, how I loved that stupid little red plastic thing.

Simpler in the 70s: Handheld Video Games

2008-08-15T20:30:00.001-07:00

Some of the more astute of you will have noticed that up there in the title banner, one of the ghostly images superimposed behind the title itself is that of a game called Blip.

As you can see from this 1977 commercial, it's basically a handheld version of Pong, but it's half-mechanical, half-electronic. You have a timer, and three buttons, and you have to hit the LED ball back across the screen using the buttons. The weird thing in the commercial, though, is that the LED ball doesn't seem to conform to any kind of laws of physics. It seems to bend and land wherever it feels like.

I had this game as a kid, and remember loving it, but, of course, had no one to play it with. So I basically played it in one-player mode until the batteries died, then it ended up as trash in the bottom of my MFI toy chest until we finally threw it out.

Anywho, roll on next Christmas, and I got a Merlin (commercial in the post above), the Electronic Wizard, which had 11 buttons and 6 different games. Unlike the far inferior Blip, Merlin taught me how to play Blackjack. Later additions to game also taught me how to smoke and drink neat scotch with a little water to bring out the flavor, and to make sure that I wear dark sunglasses while playing Tic Tac Toe so I don't give away any 'tells'.

Merlin was worth buying new batteries for. In fact, I remember playing that damned thing so much that I had worn the circles off the buttons, and you could actually see the switches underneath the plastic. I was a Blackjack fiend back then, as long as I wasn't playing with actual real people and cards and such.

About 4 years later, I got a second-hand Atari console, and could play proper Pong until the cows came home. But that was the 80s, and the 80s don't play here.