^^^saying goodbye to Ceefax/Teletext was one of the saddest moments of U.K. analog shutdown. Didn’t actually use the service that much, myself, but it was just the fact that you knew it was always there. And how you could rely on it having the info you needed when you needed it, with no worrying about good connectivity or having enough data or Google stalking you or whatever.
The Pages always delivered. Weather forecasts, TV guides, pollen counts, flight arrival times, cinema listings, news headlines, sports results, music chart rundowns and review, games & puzzles, satirical columns & comics, even personals & erotic stories if you knew where to look. It was a free, more innocent and crude precursor of the Internet, really.
Picture a downmarket flat in the mid-1990s with an indoor aerial, rubber plant in a pot full of ashes, dodgy downmarket lava lamp. Days when you could put tat on top of the massive tube telly and get away with it. What Brit of a certain vintage doesn’t really miss coming in from the pub Friday night to listen to some mad Japanese jazz fusion, obscure lounge downtempo, or MIDI classics such as BART playing over those garish neon pixels? Or drinking your last few tins in front of TOP OF THE POPS 2 with the nonsense closed-caption subtitles from P.888 on? Or trying to book a cheap package holiday to Ibiza from scam companies that you knew would get cancelled last minute? Or having a quick fumbling hungover wank to the porny letters on P.699 and feeling like such a loser? Or getting up Saturday/Sunday morning and going straight to P.303 to wait an hour for the football scores to load? (sometimes text letters didn't appear properly due to poor reception—always laughed seeing the score of a certain Notts C unty...)
Ceefax/Teletext got the subtle send off it deserved, mind—nothing over the top, just a very deliberate and grateful nod to the not so distant past. 38 years was an incredible lifespan, considering its early obsolescence; it outlasted every other service of its type in the world, from Oracle to RAND to SEGA.
Back in the day, they used to show scrolling Pages From Ceefax/Teletext after midnight closedown on the main BBC TV channels, which was a comforting sight if you had fallen asleep on the sofa. Today if you're looking to pull an all nighter in front of the box, you have to be willing to put up with hours of bombarding and alarmist BBC News repeats (which for the last two years have been only about COVID-Brexit-BRF) with the shit graveyard newsreaders, or endless blaring loops of creepy pretentious trailers for their rubbish in-house programming. Just how many of the conditions of the BBC charter can you actually get around, by sticking on a cycle of assorted clips showing weird boring depressing stuff at half 3 mornings? Cheapskates.