Having
looked hard at this blog and decided it wasn’t nearly nerdy nor
provincial enough, for the impending seventh anniversary the chaps in
charge here have decided to devote a new series to old British
sci-fi.* Fellow Englanders! Let us journey back to those days when
the chaps in charge knew how to do that stuff properly, before
reliable old Airfix and bakelite had been supplanted by all that CGI
and 3D tommyrot.
When
you could rely on a raygun to look like a hairdryer and a spaceship
like another hairdryer. When the Union Jack fluttered proudly atop
heathen planets, boffins were running the show and sets were as
wobbly as upper lips stiff. When, for their part, envious aliens
ceaslessly plotted to invade the Earth, with particular interest in
the strategically important location of Chipping Sodbury.
The
cheaper the effects, the more cardboard the costumes, the more
black-and-white the... uh... black-and-white the better. Not
emotionally constipated about everything bar football and Royalty?
You are most likely a colonial. Please change channels now.
After
a ribbon-cutting ceremony involving Jenna from 'Blake's
Seven' (subject to availability), proceedings will commence
with Nigel Kneale’s pioneering ’Quatermass‘
series. To be shortly followed by a wheezing, groaning noise. From
there, who can say? Does anybody here stll remember 'Star Maidens'? If so, don't
worry, there are treatments...
* Yes,
I am using the term ‘sci-fi’ to try and wind up 'proper' fans...
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