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Reading this morning's obituary's for Oliver Postgate, the truth seemed strange indeed. T.V. series like "Noggin the Nog", "The Clangers", and "Pogle's Wood" seem like the names of series you'd make up if you had to make up a list of children's t.v. series; yet they were each lovingly-crafted shows. Now too, I finally know where major_clanger's username came from.

I've never seen any of them. This is generally true of me and children's television shows, but in this case, I also grew up in the wrong country to have stood a chance at encountering them. I'll be able to see the memorials, though, thanks to the towering new aerial on our roof. The installer used the scaffolding and installed it on the chimney that's externally half ours, internally not-at-all, and entirely rebuilt as of last week. I'm hoping no more work needed to be done on it. That our neighbor had a new antenna installed himself yesterday bodes well for this. The residual scaffolding made the installation job particularly straightforward.

In other televisual news, I'm sure you'll all find it gripping to know that Eurovision is going to yet another voting model for next year: half juried, half popular vote.

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makyo
Dec. 9th, 2008 02:47 pm (UTC)
I've been trying to figure out some way of explaining Oliver Postgate's place in the British national psyche, and what he meant to those of us who grew up in the UK in the 1960s, 1970s and early 1980s. The best I can come up with is that he was a bit like a cross between Jim Henson and a genial, elderly uncle. The stories are all very gentle, low-key and slightly wistful.

Bagpuss, for example, is about a young girl named Emily (actually Postgate's friend and collaborator Peter Firmin's daughter) who would find something and bring it home to her stuffed toy cat Bagpuss who, with his friends (Gabriel the toad, Madeleine the rag doll, Professor Yaffle the carved wooden bookend, and the mice on the mouse-organ) would figure out what it was (a process that involved the telling of a story of some sort), mend it, and put it on display in the window of Emily's 'shop' in case its original owner wandered past and happened to see it.

All this was animated by Postgate and Firmin, and narrated in Postgate's friendly and reassuring voice.
desperance
Dec. 9th, 2008 05:37 pm (UTC)
Do be sure to watch the memorials. You will enjoy the work, and the man was lovely; but also, I do not say that what you see will actually explain the psyche of half the Brits you meet, but it will have been an important factor in their make-up...
gillo
Dec. 9th, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC)
Even my teenage daughter was saddened by this morning's news. Those of us who grew up with Noggin the Nog, Ivor the Engine and the Clangers are even more sad. Beautiful, gentle, slightly dotty, perfect teatime viewing. My brother used to claim he modelled himself on Graculus.

And yes, as desperance says, watching them can help explain something about the psyche of quite a few of the Brits on your flist.
pennski
Dec. 9th, 2008 09:13 pm (UTC)
...and will be an enjoyable experience in its own right.
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