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Post by JoeinOz on Sept 23, 2014 8:42:53 GMT
40 years old today. Following a match could be tortuous but we loved it! There was a time when the interweb didn't exist and we had to be a bit more patient. My first 'Ceefax game' was winning 1-0 at Luton in 1984. www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/football/29242558 |
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Post by coates on Sept 23, 2014 8:45:18 GMT
Showing your age their  |
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Post by JoeinOz on Sept 23, 2014 8:57:07 GMT
Yeah I know!  I remember going in a full pub and everyone was watching latest scores on Ceefax on telly in silence. |
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Post by Gaz on Sept 23, 2014 9:34:23 GMT
Yeah, going into TV shops to find one with Ceefax on and waiting for ages until 12 odd pages cycled only for it to fuck up as Div 1 appeared - great times - not |
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Post by JoeinOz on Sept 23, 2014 10:18:00 GMT
I remember being absolutely stunned by the technology. Crazy and exciting. ITV had teletext too called Oracle.
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Post by Mr_DaftBurger on Sept 23, 2014 10:34:53 GMT
Page 390, I think, for local news. We were seldom on it! |
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Post by marwood on Sept 23, 2014 10:45:37 GMT
Yeah I know! I remember going in a full pub and everyone was watching latest scores on Ceefax on telly in silence. I remember, in the 1970s and 1980s, going into real pubs, just walking in off the street, no appointment or anything, and it would be full of grown men drinking beer. They had long hair and tashes and there was smoke everywhere, in fact you could hardly see the flared trousers and paisley shirts. There would be virtually no women apart from the barmaid and the photo of the woman on the nuts dispenser. There would be double diamond beer and glasses with handles on. Men would drive right up to the pub door in Ford Capris, drink 15 pints, then drive home again (naughty). There would also be villains drinking in pubs with coppers, smoking, swearing. great times, great pubs - all no smoking restaurant eateries and soft play now |
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Post by JoeinOz on Sept 23, 2014 11:00:25 GMT
Yeah I know! I remember going in a full pub and everyone was watching latest scores on Ceefax on telly in silence. I remember, in the 1970s and 1980s, going into real pubs, just walking in off the street, no appointment or anything, and it would be full of grown men drinking beer. They had long hair and tashes and there was smoke everywhere, in fact you could hardly see the flared trousers and paisley shirts. There would be virtually no women apart from the barmaid and the photo of the woman on the nuts dispenser. There would be double diamond beer and glasses with handles on. Men would drive right up to the pub door in Ford Capris, drink 15 pints, then drink home again (naughty). There would also be villains drinking in pubs with coppers, smoking, swearing. great times, great pubs - all no smoking restaurant eateries and soft play now Did you used to drink in an episode of The Sweeney? |
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Post by ruts66 on Sept 23, 2014 11:13:05 GMT
Ahh, they were the days - waiting 3 or 4 minutes to pass before all the pages cycled through to the one you wanted.
Then, the huge anticipation and excitement when additional pages were added to allow for the (unknown) goals taking up additional lines of text.
Scintillating stuff...
Incidentally, does anyone know why BBC Radio 5 Live has never been granted/given a national FM channel. There must be tens of thousands of supporters at home/in cars/on coaches struggling to hear commentary through the crackle on 693/909 medium wave.
Never understood that...
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Post by apb1 on Sept 23, 2014 11:24:30 GMT
Was it page 302 for sport or perhaps that was football. Great times watching us perform as the pages scrolled through, no regrets  |
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Post by JoeinOz on Sept 23, 2014 11:37:59 GMT
Was it page 302 for sport or perhaps that was football. Great times watching us perform as the pages scrolled through, no regrets 302 was the nogger page. 300 for the main sport index. |
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Post by bfb on Sept 23, 2014 11:42:30 GMT
Still is use it everyday
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Post by marwood on Sept 23, 2014 12:36:34 GMT
I remember, in the 1970s and 1980s, going into real pubs, just walking in off the street, no appointment or anything, and it would be full of grown men drinking beer. They had long hair and tashes and there was smoke everywhere, in fact you could hardly see the flared trousers and paisley shirts. There would be virtually no women apart from the barmaid and the photo of the woman on the nuts dispenser. There would be double diamond beer and glasses with handles on. Men would drive right up to the pub door in Ford Capris, drink 15 pints, then drink home again (naughty). There would also be villains drinking in pubs with coppers, smoking, swearing. great times, great pubs - all no smoking restaurant eateries and soft play now Did you used to drink in an episode of The Sweeney? Yes. Although when I did, it was a dirty big Ford Granada that used to wheelspin up to the pub rather than a Capri. Other features of 70s pubs: Gas fires. men wearing suits. Young people drinking with old people. minimal food and good conversation. Formica. Pub characters. 2 sandwiches, wrapped in clingfilm, on the bar. Jar of pickled eggs |
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Post by onionman on Sept 23, 2014 12:38:09 GMT
Yeah, going into TV shops to find one with Ceefax on and waiting for ages until 12 odd pages cycled only for it to fuck up as Div 1 appeared - great times - not My dad thought he'd cracked it once, and pressed "Hold" on the page showing the Stoke score. He spent the entire 90 minutes watching what he thought was a useful nil-nil draw on Ceefax, blissfully unaware that "Hold" had merely frozen the screen, so he was not being updated on the barrel load of goals we were conceding. |
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Post by JoeinOz on Sept 23, 2014 12:38:59 GMT
Did you used to drink in an episode of The Sweeney? Yes. Although when I did, it was a dirty big Ford Granada that used to wheelspin up to the pub rather than a Capri. Other features of 70s pubs: Gas fires. men wearing suits. Young people drinking with old people. minimal food and good conversation. Formica. Pub characters. 2 sandwiches, wrapped in clingfilm, on the bar. Jar of pickled eggs Jukeboxes? |
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Post by metalhead on Sept 23, 2014 12:42:09 GMT
My nan bless her absolutely loved ceefax and used it routinely up until we lost her. It had almost become part of her routine on a Saturday/Sunday. It's ridiculous to think how shit it was in hindsight yet somehow, I still feel like I'm glad I was able to experience it with her. Just think, we're never getting those times back, so they're memories I won't forget in a hurry |
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Post by JoeinOz on Sept 23, 2014 12:44:29 GMT
My nan bless her absolutely loved ceefax and used it routinely up until we lost her. It had almost become part of her routine on a Saturday/Sunday. It's ridiculous to think how shit it was in hindsight yet somehow, I still feel like I'm glad I was able to experience it with her. Just think, we're never getting those times back, so they're memories I won't forget in a hurry Only hindsight makes it shit. At the time it was brilliant. |
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Post by metalhead on Sept 23, 2014 12:50:08 GMT
My nan bless her absolutely loved ceefax and used it routinely up until we lost her. It had almost become part of her routine on a Saturday/Sunday. It's ridiculous to think how shit it was in hindsight yet somehow, I still feel like I'm glad I was able to experience it with her. Just think, we're never getting those times back, so they're memories I won't forget in a hurry Only hindsight makes it shit. At the time it was brilliant. Yes, very true. It's shit compared to what we have now, but like you said, back then, it was brilliant! |
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Post by ruts66 on Sept 23, 2014 13:33:58 GMT
And in years to come our children will probably laugh at how shit live updates with video streaming are on a handheld device as goal info flashes up on the inner surface of their eyeballs from some surgically implanted head-up display technology...
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I remember going in a full pub and everyone was watching latest scores on Ceefax on telly in silence. 
