As Ceefax is trending today let's take a quick look back at the 1970s analogue internet on your telly!
Just waiting for the right page...
Teletext is a way of sending text and very blocky graphics alongside a traditional TV signal, to be decoded and displayed by a suitably equipped telly.
Rumbelows can sort you out with a Ferguson or ITT set if you need one...
And on 23 September 1974 the first teletext service started in the UK: Ceefax on BBC, and Oracle on ITV!*
(*assuming your parents let you watch ITV. Not all did.)
Soon Britain became obsessed by this slightly strange technology. Information on the telly? Whatever next!
And it wasn't long before Blue Peter came along to explain how the magic worked in 1975:
Over to you Lesley...
BBC News soon saw the advantages of Ceefax, and began using it for breaking news: bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-…
And no trip back from the pub was complete without plonking down on your favourite armchair to watch Pages From Ceefax accompanied by some soothing music!
From 1979 onwards the BBC began using Ceefax to provide subtitles, helping to make TV more accessible.
And by the early 1980s you could also get Ceefax on your computer, allowing you to download software for free!
Not quite a torrent, but near enough...
Teletext seemed to have it all and for many years it was a staple part of our news and entertainment diet.
But new technology aways usurps the old and Ceefax came to an end on 22 October 2012, when 625-line analogue TV broadcasts in the UK ended.
Its job was done...
If you were a fan of Ceefax you'll certainly want to check out the online Teletext Museum: teletext.mb21.co.uk
Anyway I hope this thread has helped answer your many questions about what we did before the internet arrived.
Basically we stared at a screen all day for fun...
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Given the current heatwave, I feel obliged to ask my favourite question: is it time to bring back the leisure suit?
Let's find out...
Now we all know what a man's lounge suit is, but if we're honest it can be a bit... stuffy. Formal. Businesslike. Not what you'd wear 'in da club' as the young folks say.
So for many years tailors have been experimenting with less formal, but still upmarket gents attire. The sort of garb you could wear for both a high level business meeting AND for listening to the Moody Blues in an espresso bar. Something versatile.
Today in pulp I look back at the publishing phenomenon of gamebooks: novels in which YOU are the hero!
A pencil and dice may be required for this thread...
Gamebooks are a simple but addictive concept: you control the narrative. At the end of each section of the story you are offered a choice of outcomes, and based on that you turn to the page indicated to see what happens next.
Gamebook plots are in fact complicated decision tree maps: one or more branches end in success, but many more end in failure! It's down to you to decide which path to tread.
He was the terror of London; a demonic figure with glowing eyes and fiery breath who could leap ten feet high. The penny dreadfuls of the time wrote up his exploits in lurid terms. But who was he really?
Today I look at one of the earliest pulp legends: Spring-Heeled Jack!
London has always attracted ghosts, and in the 19th Century they increasingly left their haunted houses and graveyards and began to wader the capital's streets.
But one apparition caught the Victorian public attention more than most...
In October 1837 a 'leaping character' with a look of the Devil began to prey on Londoners. Often he would leap high into the air and land in front of a carriage, causing it to crash. It would then flee with a high-pitched laugh.