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Starry Night
Far above the silhouetted skyline, a brilliant light shoots across a starless sky. Suddenly, the star bursts with a deafening snap, echoed by a discordant tone. The synthetic bell tolls for thee and heralds nothing but destruction. Somewhere in the night, a madman erupts with uncontrollable laughter. The heavens broadcast their warning beneath the horizon, which reads-...
Damn, I forgot.
The other day, a post on my weirdo wiki food blog Wikipedia Microwave got me thinking about the odder details of my early childhood. My mind works in mysterious ways, turning tangent into tangent until I end up either being a passenger in a car hurtling down some of the scariest single track roads of the North Shropshire area while babbling manically about The Avengers or, alternatively, looking up YouTube videos of things which scared the shit out of my as a kid. Both of these things happened today, but the less said about my little journey the better (it wasn't bad but it wasn't very interesting either).
Like many British people in their early twenties, I spent my early years in a subdued world of John Major, cloudy skies and videos of BBC children's programmes. All of these things made some impact on me but apart from my political views and depressive tendency, perhaps the biggest thing to emerge from this period was a terror of the BBC logo. It was bad enough in still form, three sloping boxes drawn by the hand of a madman, underscored by three bland, basic stripes in different colours and looking every bit the epitome of late modernity's souless corporate 'aesthetic'. But when seen in motion, this logo unleashes a sadistic amount of horror. As seen in the YouTube video I've attached, the coloured lines intersect, drifting along the little line assigned to them but not remotely deviating from it, the picture of obedience. Then, the logo sits there, staring at you like an axe-wiedling maniac who hates you and your loved ones. The music doesn't help and while it isn't as obviously menacing as those fucking boxed letters, it is mournful at best. Put all of this in front of a sober dark background and you have the most terrifying introduction to Postman Pat I can imagine.
When the BBC changed to three upright boxes at some time in the late 1990s, I was the most relieved little boy in Britain.