If you went to primary school in Scotland in the late 1970s, early 1980s then you watched a lot of National Film Board of Canada movies.
We had a guy, can't remember his name, might have been Mr Morrison? went round all the schools in his car with a 16mm projector, a screen, and a big box of shiny steel cans of film.
Draw all the curtains, pull all the desks back and line up the seats, sit and watch the movie. I can smell the film and the heat of the bulb on the sewing machine oiled projector parts, clicking escapement pulling film through, and the wibbly-wobbly wow and flutter soundtrack with crazy 70s synth soundtracks.
It's why I listen to such bloody awful music now, I guess.
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If you went to primary school in Scotland in the late 1970s, early 1980s then you watched a lot of National Film Board of Canada movies.
We had a guy, can't remember his name, might have been Mr Morrison? went round all the schools in his car with a 16mm projector, a screen, and a big box of shiny steel cans of film.
Draw all the curtains, pull all the desks back and line up the seats, sit and watch the movie. I can smell the film and the heat of the bulb on the sewing machine oiled projector parts, clicking escapement pulling film through, and the wibbly-wobbly wow and flutter soundtrack with crazy 70s synth soundtracks.
It's why I listen to such bloody awful music now, I guess.