Scarfolk Tales of the 70s

[BIAD]

Scarfolk is a town in North West England that did not progress beyond 1979. Instead, the entire decade of the 1970s loops ad infinitum. Here in Scarfolk, pagan rituals blend seamlessly with science; hauntology is a compulsory subject at school, and everyone must be in bed by 8pm because they are perpetually running a slight fever. "Visit Scarfolk today. Our number one priority is keeping rabies at bay." For more information please reread.

Blog I stumbled across the pond that had me (I'm sure BIAD knows of this palace of laughter)...

Oh thank you-thank you... I absolutely love these types of websites!
I recall another one, now lost in time and its location lost to my old-age, where a small group of young men
travelled the highways of England and snapped photographs of the different type of concrete steps found along
the bland and boring routes of the country.


An example of the paths less taken.

These upbeat chaps also visited English small-town shopping centres that were failing during the early-eighties.
With waddling old pensioners being the main footfall of these places during the working-week, Councils had
created seating-areas for the sud-faced food-gummers to rest and this was where the website-lads would appear
to take photographs and add in their own hilarious commentary below the images.

Today, it's difficult to understand the runtish thought-process of the young public hesitantly stepping out onto
the brand-new world of the internet back then. Websites had to be created and the means to do so were limited,
places of instruction for such a feat were scarce and the notion of possibly breaking something that belonged to
an unknown 'owner' of this conduit was a genuine cause to be timid of building one's own place to frolic in.

Slowly, the serious-side of displaying information changed and with it, came the opportunity to act one's true
age. Chess manuals and mature discourse with like-minded people from around the world gave way to places
where -usually with a straight face, a particular type of humour developed and a type of sub-culture was born.

Whilst some young men and women adhered to performing the rituals of meeting, courting and functioning in
the real world and ignoring the 'poncy' idea of 'playing on a computer', there were some who forego the chance
to grab-a-feel of a damsel and focused on their complicated assignment of being an internet-geek.

But back then, it had drawbacks. The act of using the internet meant your telephone line was tied-up and since
parents didn't bother with this assumed new toy -certainly in England, a youngster's access had to have a strong
urge and what better is there than larping it up with your nerdy friends!!

I don't mean to drag down the humour in regards of this thread, but there's an element of helpful reality within
the images the wonderful website (and yourself) kindly provided.

The words and the construction of the sentences are no different from the sensationalising that the media have
used for generations, any simple subject-matter can be dressed-up to be portrayed as something important and
bring a reason for a reader to remain with the source of this supposed-revealing narrative.

Statistics are deemed important to gauge a topic (an idea always pushed by the media these days!) and so the
public takes for granted that the figures are genuine. I know from personal experience that in the media-game,
most statistics are invented and only serve to give an article bona fides.

Here with the blogspot of the fabulous municipality of Scarfolk, we have a fine example of someone taking the
piss out of a multi-billion-dollar industry and yet, it's a mocking the MSM will never understand!!
Blogs like Scarfolk are rare, but please don't let them die.

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By the way... many a true word is said in jest.


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