What happened, Channel 4? You used to be cool.
At the age of ten-ish I managed to buy a television for my room, using my pocket money. It was black and white and made of nicotine stained beige plastic. It cost me £10 (Ten weeks' pocket money!) from the market.

It only really got one channel, which was Channel 4. But back in the day, Channel 4 was all you needed. Not for the news. Not for the intelligent drama. Nope - after midnight they put on high-quality European filth. Well, looking back, it was actually quite intelligent cinema. But it was intelligent cinema with boobies, damnit!
Betty Blue was a particular favourite, but there were so, so many. And of course, they also showed the occasional hammer horror movie, which was entirely bonus.

And then they stopped, but it didn't really matter. It was the mid-nineties, and I was learning how to build myself a computer from cheap components gleaned from the same market for exactly the same reason.
As wonderful as the internet was (and is!) for smut, it's never quite equalled the innocent wonder of watching French women talk about ennui with their baps out.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Thu 11 Aug 2011, 16:21, 6 replies)

Red Triangle

( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 11 Aug 2011, 16:23, closed)

exactly what I was going to post

(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 16:25, closed)

A little before my time, unfortunately.
For me, it would have been grey, anyway.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Thu 11 Aug 2011, 16:25, closed)

Nowadays the only tits on Channel 4 are Justin Lee Collins and Russell Brand.

( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 18:21, closed)

Click. Click. Clickety click click click click click.

(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Wed 17 Aug 2011, 19:41, closed)

I taped a whole night of C4 once when I was about 11
I was looking for the legendary Dove 'nips' soap ad that I'd heard about at school, so I stuck a four hour tape in the VCR one evening then went to sleep.

Next evening I rewound the tape, fast-forwarded through about an hour of news and absolutely no nipples at all until a written warning about sexually explicit scenes appeared. "Hello," I thought. Next thing I know there's Beatrice Dalle getting the screwing of her life. My heart was beating so fast I was scared I'd die. It took me five years to watch that film through to the end. The opening of Betty Blue is still my all-time favourite 'legitimate cinema' sex scene.
( Scrumper, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 21:42, closed)