In 1973 Scarfolk Council released the above poster all over town. On the same day it also stopped responding to applications for welfare benefits, in fact it stopped responding to all enquiries from the public.
Those who called the council telephone number were answered by a distant, echoing voice which relentlessly repeated the word 'No'. It wasn't a recorded message and callers could sometimes hear faint whimpering in the background.
Some families received letters from the council which contained a single instance of the word, while others received multi-page letters with 'No' printed many hundreds of times. The longest 'No' letter received by a citizen contained 178,121 pages and was delivered by an articulated lorry, whose number plate also simply read 'No'.
Hoping for a 'No' answer, numerous residents tried to take advantage of the council by asking if they were required to pay their taxes or respect the law. Such people were visited by an impeccably dressed man called Mr. Custard who had rows of paper clips and occult symbols tattooed on his face. He would whisper briefly in the residents' ears before leaving. All were found dead within days of Mr Custard's visit, having slit their own wrists and daubed the word 'No' in their own blood on the walls of their homes.
In 1975 the 'No' era suddenly stopped. The council apologised and claimed that it had simply been the result of a clerical error.
For the 'Stop!' campaign see "Discovering Scarfolk" (page 154). For the 'Don't' campaign go HERE.
Would you be willing to issue this one as a print or a badge? (Let me guess: "NO.")
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ReplyDeleteReminds me of a trip to Framely...
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I liked it better when this said "No comments". (There weren't any "No" comments then.)
ReplyDeleteThere needs to be a t-shirt of this image.
ReplyDeleteThis would make an excellent meme for the upcoming US Presidential Charade...er, I mean Election
ReplyDeleteNo, No, No, No, No, No, No, No there's no limits on parking between 9am and 5pm weekdays
ReplyDeleteHere comes Mr Custard...
DeleteWhat is going on with the weird eyes and teeth barely visible on the surface of the hand? Some kind of seventies primitive Deepdream ?
ReplyDeleteSee the paperclip on the finger to the right of the pinky?
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ReplyDeleteNo.. Perhaps not..
ReplyDeleteTomorrow's No
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World of No
Antiques Noshow
Space Nonety Nonety No
Blake's No
Columbno
Doctor No
No the Buses
No's at Ten with Trevor Mc Nonald
Noronation Street
Top of the Nopes
A Question of No
Nopety Nope
John Craven's No'sround
No Ninety
"Will Mr. Custard come and either directly or indirectly cause my death after I have exploited the "no" era in every way imaginable and many ways unimaginable?
ReplyDeleteReally now,Do you expect the poor dear fellow to work for free?Too lazy to top yerself properly is what it sounds like ta me! and you'd likely bungle the job and make a dreadfull mess!Or, your a one a them perverts as what likes the pain!Puts him right off,when you take the fun out of it.Besides,You have to file the proper forms and get a permit first!And the skilled workman deserves his fee.
DeleteAs me auld Gran used to say;"If you can't join them,beat them! Preferably with a big stick."
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