Touring the moors at night is not a real good idea. Under a full moon it is a genuinely terrible one, and the men in the pub said so — in that particular English manner that sounds like a remark about the weather and is not.
Next thing you know your buddy is ribbons of gore, you are butt naked in the woods, and Brits tartare is the menu.
In 1983 British authorities began seizing horror tapes under obscenity law, and a list of banned titles circulated that turned ordinary films into contraband overnight — the video nasties. Shops were raided, distributors prosecuted, and a generation of teenagers discovered that a plastic clamshell could be genuinely forbidden. The panic did what panics do: it made the tapes legendary. Copies passed hand to hand in schoolyards, each one a further generation from the master and grainier than the last.
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