The Changes

I’ve had ‘Mind At The End Of The Tether’ by Tackhead going round in my head all day since putting together the last post.

‘Our nation is on the skids! Our nation is on the way down!
I am convinced that our time is desperately short….
Is there a way out?’

End-of-the-world speculation was ever-present in the mid-eighties. Thanks to George Orwell, 1984 was one of those looming dates – a bit like 2000 but without any hope attached to it.

But actually the Tackhead song reminds me of something from the seventies – ‘The Changes’, a children’s BBC TV series which was shown mid-week at around 4.30pm in 1975, and was repeated a couple of years later.


I was 8 or 9 when I first saw it and it made a big impression; I thought about it often during the eighties but could never remember its name. When I occasionally tried to describe it to people, they looked at me as if I was making it up… ‘There were all these pylons making a terrible sound, and people who heard it went mad and started smashing up their tellies and cars…’

Thankfully somebody has posted excerpts of it on YouTube so I definitely didn’t imagine it:

The Changes

When I watched these clips just now I rolled around laughing at all the mindless violence, usually directed at objects it’s fair to say… But it makes Tackhead seem tame by comparison!

There’s loads of information about this cult series here and here and you can even buy it here.

If you need to see more pylons, here are some more sites of interest:
The Pylon Appreciation Society
Pylon of the Month
Pink Pylon
The Gorge

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    Great nostalgic post – thanks. Reminds me of “The Children of the Stones” – an HTV series, about 1976. Both series seem to have captured the imagination in a rather unusual way for the generation born in the mid to late 1960s. The ‘haunting’ quality of these series is often cited in academic work in the area of ‘hauntology’ – the notion of ‘nostalgia for lost futures’. I may just be imagining it, but there is a feeling that the 1970s somehow presented a future that never occurred – hence an eerie feeling of loss and vacancy. It’s the same feeling I somehow generate when I bring to mind the Hulme Crescents – not so much what they were but what they promised.

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