The lips in the old Clutch Cargo crappy cartoon series really disturbed me.
I wasn't old enough to mock anything (and I couldn't follow the simple story lines) but I was horrified/fascinated by those lips. Even now they seem otherworldly, and too red and juicy.They were more than a little surreal and unsettling. When I was a kid we mocked it by acting like Clutch Cargo and friends - i.e., freezing our faces in a rigid expression and speaking with exaggerated lip movements.
The lips weren't the only things that were cringe worthy if you ask me!The lips in the old Clutch Cargo crappy cartoon series really disturbed me.
Your description reminded me of 'The Children of Green Knowe' (it may well not be that for you though). In the garden of the house there were topiary animals that came to life (or maybe, at least in the boy's imagination) and also the statue of St Christopher against a wall and surrounded by ivy?. But even if it's not that, I'm sure that series probably gave a few children a few nightmares. I like it thoughAll I remember is some sort of classical stature with two or three figures, either humans or a mix of animals and humans, it was supposed to be in some wood I think. The camera panned around it and the light and shadows moved or flickered, there was some sort of narration over the top and for some reason this scared the shit out of me.
Your description reminded me of 'The Children of Green Knowe' (it may well not be that for you though). In the garden of the house there were topiary animals that came to life (or maybe, at least in the boy's imagination) and also the statue of St Christopher against a wall and surrounded by ivy?. But even if it's not that, I'm sure that series probably gave a few children a few nightmares. I like it though
Just out of interest what Job are you referring to that includes in its job description massive crocodiles, alligators, huge snakes, venomous snakes, scorpions and all types of spiders?As a very young child i was terrified of dead, brown leaves for some reason. I can clearly recall being scared of them but i can't recall why!
These days it's large moths that make my blood run cold. I've worked with massive crocodiles, alligators,, huge snakes and venomous snakes and all kinds of scorpions and spiders but show me a big moth and i'll scream like a girl and run for my life.
There were/are dozens of BBC sound effects records you can see them all if you google it, i dont know who or why people would buy them, i cant imagine sitting down as a family around the old record player and listening to various weird sounds lolI had that record too, it was orange around the BBC logo as I recall. My brother and I used to try and make audio stories using the sound effects to embellish out output.
It's probably why I like Pink Floyd so much.
There were/are dozens of BBC sound effects records you can see them all if you google it, i dont know who or why people would buy them, i cant imagine sitting down as a family around the old record player and listening to various weird sounds lol
There were/are dozens of BBC sound effects records you can see them all if you google it, i dont know who or why people would buy them, i cant imagine sitting down as a family around the old record player and listening to various weird sounds lol
Well, I did mention it was crappy!The lips weren't the only things that were cringe worthy if you ask me!
...The toilet was outside as well and I was always nervous about going out to use it at night.
I also used to be afraid that there was something hiding under my bed.
My mum always tells the story of when her and my dad had to shoot off to the site of a family emergency - they were only supposed to be gone a few minutes, but things got complicated. I think I was about 11 years old, my two brothers were younger, and we were on our own in the house when we heard a knocking from the cellar. We were all scared to death, but when my parents got back they found us down there - me with a breadknife in my hand, my younger brothers behind me armed with various bits of kitchen equipment. We'd followed our own particular instincts - ironed up, and gone down to confront the 'thing'. Turned out it was my dad's kiln - he was an amateur potter and had recently bought one, and the thermostat clunked in and out with an irregular, resounding, and slightly metallic, clanking sound.
...outside toilet...middle of nowhere...paraffin lamp.
outside toilet
middle of nowhere
You lucky lucky b'stard hahaparaffin lamp.
Me and my brothers were pretty hardy kids - and not a lot put us out. But there was my aunt's terrifying outside toilet, perched like some rickety and malevolent Tardis in the back of her garden, way out in the middle of nowhere. Things weren’t helped by the fact that I’d generally hold on until I really couldn’t any more, and by then it was often dark…country dark, and chances are she’d have forgotten to get batteries for her big torch, so I’d be sent off into the wilderness with a sputtering paraffin lamp. Which meant, in my mind, that my life was hanging by a thread strung between the twin prospects of involuntary self-immolation and the hungry maw of the bog monster.
Also, but unrelated to frightening toilets; I posted this on the Something Unpleasant, Unseen thread:
By 'eck!
maximus otter
By 'eck!
The problem is, Yorkshire is more well-known for brass bands playing that kind of music than the West Country, I think.Mandela Effect in action - the Hovis commercial was set in the West Country.
At least you didn't say eeh bah gum.
The problem is, Yorkshire is more well-known for brass bands playing that kind of music than the West Country, I think.
Reptile keeper in a couple of zoos and all sorts of adventures in the wild whilst hunting monsters.Just out of interest what Job are you referring to that includes in its job description massive crocodiles, alligators, huge snakes, venomous snakes, scorpions and all types of spiders?
I would like to know so I don't accidentally apply for a position there.
They should have had the kid cycling to the accompaniment of The Wurzels.
My school careers advisor once asked me to get him some mirrored sclera lenses when I was about 15 after I'd told him I wanted to become an F/X artist but what with me being 15 and not yet an F/X artist .. not a chance.A friend of a friend in 1981 had obtained mirror contact lenses (I don't where from or how much) and heard that people on the Underground just freaked.
1.my arse is itHow very dare you! Dorset (where Gold Hill is) is definitely not Somerset (and hence entitled to Wurzelage).
We have new visas for Somerset border crossings, questions include:
- Is 'Scrumpy Jack' really cider?
- What are the exact lyrics to 'Blackbird'?
- Can you drive a tractor?
- Is Bridgwater a delightful and scenic country town?