....saggy old kids TV programme in the whole wide world...
Yes, it is perfection, moth-eaten, sweet as honey, innocent as a 3-year old's summer Sunday morning in the 70's under a duvet in the living-room. Why do they not make *more* such programmes? Look to Oliver Postgate's personal website for the answer.
Such great care and attention put into such small and delightful things! Animation of this kind can no longer happen, sadly. Where are the songs of the mice? Transmuted to Pokemon babble. Where is Professor Yaffle? Gone! Forever! But we mustn't be glum. Through the magic of television, this tiny gem, glowing a thousand times more brightly than it should be able to, will only gleam stronger and stronger as the generations pass...
All we can do is polish it up and put it in the shop window, where perhaps it will be recognised by a passing children's television executive who has lost his childhood...
Yes, it is perfection, moth-eaten, sweet as honey, innocent as a 3-year old's summer Sunday morning in the 70's under a duvet in the living-room. Why do they not make *more* such programmes? Look to Oliver Postgate's personal website for the answer.
Such great care and attention put into such small and delightful things! Animation of this kind can no longer happen, sadly. Where are the songs of the mice? Transmuted to Pokemon babble. Where is Professor Yaffle? Gone! Forever! But we mustn't be glum. Through the magic of television, this tiny gem, glowing a thousand times more brightly than it should be able to, will only gleam stronger and stronger as the generations pass...
All we can do is polish it up and put it in the shop window, where perhaps it will be recognised by a passing children's television executive who has lost his childhood...