March 26th, 2010 | brainjuice
It’s only in retrospect that I realise the horrors I lived through. I mean, Britain in the 1970s was kind of a beige place, and most things tasted vaguely of plastic, chemicals or that weird, almost flourescent orange "tomato sauce" demon-felchjuice that they suspended Spaghetti Hoops in. We were aware of that. And we liked that the TOMORROW PEOPLE opening theme was spooky and that DOCTOR WHO was a bit sort-of scary sometimes.
It’s only in retrospect that you realise all the children’s programming was made by absolute fucking freaks who should never have been allowed within ten miles of a children’s programming department.
Two pedos and a dead rabbit on sticks. Who thought this was children’s entertainment?
Here comes Bod, in your dreams. Here comes hairless, lipless, alien/human hybrid Bod, in your dreams, for fucking ever.
Follow the link to watch the opening titles of my favourite programme as a kid: Bod.