There are no words that can accurately capture the unique weirdness of this site. A blog from a fictional English suburb that is stuck in a time bubble, Scarfolk is a wondrous place to visit… but it will often scare you out of your comfort zone (in the most charming and imaginative way).
Scarfolk is a town in North West England that did not progress beyond 1979. Instead, the entire decade of the 1970s loops ad infinitum. Here in Scarfolk, pagan rituals blend seamlessly with science; hauntology is a compulsory subject at school, and everyone must be in bed by 8pm because they are perpetually running a slight fever. “Visit Scarfolk today. Our number one priority is keeping rabies at bay.” For more information please reread.
As an Anglophile, my exposure to all things English comes from snippets of TV that are just plain bizarre like Bill and Ben the Flower Pot Men or Noseybonk. Put into that kind of perspective, programs like Doctor Who and Darkplace make perfect sense. But Scarfolk uses that particular English slant of oddness as a launching pad, taking the visitor on a trip to a terrifying place that is also mystifying in its attraction. Like a car wreck full of clowns, it’s heart rending but impossible to just pass by.
So stop, look and listen.
“Scarfolk: One visit is not enough”
– Ian Rankin
(Bestselling crime author)“Instant furious spooky…LOVEScarfolk…Probably the best blog on the net”
– Caitlin Moran
(Columnist, critic, broadcaster)“It’s fantastic…”
(League of Gentlemen)
“Things may never be the same again…”
– Peter Paphides
(Journalist & broadcaster)
“Very funny, very clever and also theyscare me a bit”
“Many sinister laughs”
– Gareth Roberts
(Writer: Dr. Who)
“ [Scarfolk] feels like my spiritual home”
– Anne Billson
(Guardian film critic & novelist)
“Like living in Portishead’s All Mine video for all eternity.”
– John Peake
(Editor-in-Chief. TVChoice & Total TV Guide)
“Clever and unsettling…”
– ‘This Way Up’ show
(Radio New Zealand)
FRIDAY, 1 MARCH 2013
Field recording: “The Tim Seven” / Birds. Summer 1972
A few posts back we broached the subject of ‘The Tim Seven.’
“Seven tourists visited that summer. Oddly, they were all called Timothy, wore identical clothes and appeared to communicate with each other telepathically. Everyone in Scarfolk called them ‘The Tim Seven’.
Three days after they arrived in Scarfolk all the birds disappeared and for months after the Tims left whenever Scarfolk residents tried to use their telephones all they could hear on the other end was distant, frantic backward birdsong.”
Some of you have expressed disbelief that these events actually occurred, which has vexed the mayor. He spent all afternoon rummaging around in the archives in search of one of the reels that were recorded at the time. So, for all you naysayers, here it is. This was recorded on the 4th July, 1972 from one of the council office telephones. This is the raw recording and it has not been tampered with in any way.