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.
I found the memory this poster evoked to be particularly bitter sweet. In 1973 a childhood friend of mine accepted a Christmas gift from a distinctly foreign looking gentleman. Though I was not there on Christmas morning when Gary opened the gift, ( I was busy sacrificing turkeys in the back garden, a family tradition,) I later heard how a pot of liquid rabies,concealed within the parcel, pulled him face first into the wrapping. He was never seen again.
ReplyDeleteThe memory is bitter sweet because, firstly, I never thought of that myself (a stroke of genius!) and secondly I never really liked Gary very much.