<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026</id><updated>2011-11-26T20:49:22.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Square Eyes: Kids' TV of the 80s/90s</title><subtitle type='html'>I have an unhealthy obsession with all things nostalgic (though I draw a line at mullets and jackets rolled up at the sleeves.) This, combined with a fondness for the TV of my childhood has driven me to create the Square Eyes blog. Simply an A-Z of the shows I watched, with my inimitable commentaries...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115296961168880611</id><published>2006-07-15T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:20:39.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Switch off the TV set and do something less boring instead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's with some sadness that I reach the end of this blog. There are probably plenty of children's TV shows that I haven't covered, but I've reached the end of the alphabet and it's time to do something new. If you've been reading this blog over the past few months I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed the reminiscing - I apologise if I've awakened anyone's childhood traumas...! Please have a look at my other blogs, which are equally vitriolic and hopefully amusing - there will be more coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115296961168880611?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115296961168880611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115296961168880611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115296961168880611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115296961168880611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/switch-off-tv-set-and-do-something.html' title='Switch off the TV set and do something less boring instead...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115296895877078809</id><published>2006-07-15T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:13:46.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Your Mother Wouldn't Like It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUR MOTHER WOULDN'T LIKE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Central Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1985-88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the makers of this manic, slightly vulgar kids’ show were right about one thing: my mother didn’t like it. In fact, it was when she saw a sketch very similar to that of Mr Creosote in &lt;em&gt;Monty Python's Meaning of Life&lt;/em&gt;, about a boy stuffing his face with fast-food, that she forbade me from watching it. &lt;em&gt;Your Mother Wouldn’t Like It!&lt;/em&gt; was a more extreme version of &lt;em&gt;Stop That Laughing at the Back&lt;/em&gt;, which it ran alongside for a while; it was a sketch-show where the humour and entire mentality was very anti-parents and anti-authority. Aren’t we clever and innovative?, they thought. And actually, they were right to some extent, because the show nabbed itself a BAFTA for Best Children’s Entertainment Programme. &lt;em&gt;Your Mother Wouldn’t Like It&lt;/em&gt; was comprised of a sequence of often serialised sketches, including the escapades of Lonnie (Paul Stark) and Loaf (Ian Kirkby), the Sue Townsend-penned The Wimp (played by Simon Schatzenberger), and the real big-hitter, Palace Hill. Palace Hill was a Grange Hill spoof, with mock Prince Charles and Prince William characters in starring roles, complete with the big, sticking-out ears, of course. It was deeply unfunny, but managed to secure its own spin-off programme, which ran for a few series in the mid-eighties CITV wasteland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115296895877078809?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115296895877078809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115296895877078809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115296895877078809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115296895877078809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-mother-wouldnt-like-it.html' title='Your Mother Wouldn&apos;t Like It'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115296888670555503</id><published>2006-07-15T13:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-15T13:09:04.833Z</updated><title type='text'>You Should Be So Lucky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: circa 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Theme tune: "You should be so/You should be so/You should be so lucky!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What were the inventors of this game show thinking? I can’t even begin to give a comparison. &lt;em&gt;You Should Be So Lucky!&lt;/em&gt; was a quiz which involved a snakes and ladders board, an assortment of traditional fairground stalls (hook-a-duck, coconut shy), and a dreadful, white-toothed, faux-American host called Vince Purity (played by Colin Bennett.) He was assisted by four stage-school kids, who were equally deserving of a firing squad; the three girls and one boy dressed in twee Edwardian costumes, and sometimes went by the names April, May, June and…Alexander (the latter’s non-conformity was thought to be hilarious.) The competing children, most of whom were also stage-school material, would take part in a number of different games, which were arbitrarily judged by an audience clap-o-meter. There were also the dreaded 'talent turns', where the contestants partook in various variety show-style antics....ugh, my skin is crawling. I was mildly diverted by this when I was seven, but hopefully I’d be more discerning these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115296888670555503?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115296888670555503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115296888670555503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115296888670555503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115296888670555503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-should-be-so-lucky.html' title='You Should Be So Lucky!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115287805158181807</id><published>2006-07-14T11:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:55:30.066Z</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/You%20and%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/You%20and%20Me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YOU AND ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1970s-1980s  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You and me, me and you, lots and lots for us to do/Lots and lots for us to see…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Far inferior to &lt;i style=""&gt;Words &amp; Pictures&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;You and Me&lt;/i&gt; had done itself a disfavour after only two minutes into the show, thanks to the infuriating ‘hello’ sequence, where the presenters greeted absolutely &lt;i style=""&gt;everybody&lt;/i&gt; who could conceivably be watching: boys, girls, mums and dads (both unemployed of course, judging by the time of day), childminders, grannies, granddads, uncles, aunts, the neighbour’s cat, the man who sells dishcloths door to door - you get the picture. The programme was supposed to be educational, but I can mainly remember it for Cosmo and Dibs, the two puppet creatures who sat behind a wall in what looked like a rubbish dump or the communal area of a run-down inner-city council estate. They had the collective intelligence of an amoeba, but their learning process was supposed to enable us at home to extend our knowledge. Strangely, the only other strong memory is of an animated kangaroo, who would bound off at the end of the programme, with someone adding, “toodle-oo from the kangaroo!” I’m still waiting for the educational benefits to kick in. Even more bizarrely, Oasis ripped off the &lt;i style=""&gt;You and Me&lt;/i&gt; theme lyrics in their song &lt;i style=""&gt;She’s Electric&lt;/i&gt;, from the &lt;i style=""&gt;What’s the Story, Morning Glory&lt;/i&gt; album. Talk about desperate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to www.tvradiobits.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115287805158181807?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115287805158181807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115287805158181807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115287805158181807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115287805158181807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115287744716135423</id><published>2006-07-14T11:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:46:54.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Words and Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WORDS AND PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: late '70s-early '80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In its original and best format, &lt;i style=""&gt;Words &amp; Pictures&lt;/i&gt;, a programme for pre-schoolers, was set in a public library, and presented by the slightly prim Vicki Ireland. She was the librarian, and was plagued by a floating cartoon-being named Charlie, who had an unquenchable thirst for learning letters, numbers and all kinds of other things that infants are supposed to learn. Every so often, a line of very well-behaved children would file into the library and do some activities, which would inevitably involve Charlie ending up covered in Bostik or glitter. There would be an animation of a well-known story, and then it would be time for the Magic Pencil, which mesmerised children up and down the country. The Magic Pencil had a light on the end of it, and would write &lt;i style=""&gt;without aid&lt;/i&gt; on a black background; it taught you how to write different letters, and reminded you that it was “top to bottom, up and over.” Afterwards, there would be another story, which heavily featured the letter you had just learnt, which would appear highlighted. I could have watched an entire show devoted entirely to the Magic Pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115287744716135423?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115287744716135423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115287744716135423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115287744716135423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115287744716135423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/words-and-pictures.html' title='Words and Pictures'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115287701836354002</id><published>2006-07-14T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:37:41.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Woof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/woof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/woof.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WOOF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1989-95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This long-running children’s comedy-drama was based on a book by Allan Ahlberg, and concerned an ordinary schoolboy called Eric Banks, who had an extraordinary gift and encumbrance. Without warning, Eric (played by the aptly-named Edward Fidoe) would start itching and would shortly after turn into a dog, abandoning his clothes wherever it happened. There was no apparent reason for this. His parents (John Bowler and Elizabeth Mickery) had no idea about their son’s double life, and the only person who was in the know was his best friend, Roy Ackerman (Thomas Aldwinckle.) Together, they had to keep the secret from everyone, becoming increasingly inventive in their lying; although they often raised the suspicions of their teacher Mrs Jessop (Liza Goddard.) Otherwise, they were normal kids, and had their own garden hide-out, where they communicated by Morse code and could tell when there were any adults approaching. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dog who played Eric in his canine form was actually female, and had already found fame as the dog who could apparently say ‘sausages’. When Roy and his family moved away, Eric was only alone briefly, before making friends with the new girl at school, Rachel Hobbs (Sarah Smart), with whom he shared his secret. And just as suddenly as his ‘ability’ came on, it disappeared when he was about 15, and began to have more than just a friendship with Rachel. Puppy love - it’ll never last, of course. &lt;i style=""&gt;Woof!&lt;/i&gt; was, like all of Ahlberg’s works, charming and very in tune with children’s interests and thinking; Edward Fidoe was a sympathetic and cheeky lead, and even Liza &lt;i style=""&gt;Give Us a Clue&lt;/i&gt; Goddard was quite realistic as the kindly teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Thanks to www.andrewnorriss.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115287701836354002?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115287701836354002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115287701836354002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115287701836354002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115287701836354002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/woof.html' title='Woof!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115278470468503333</id><published>2006-07-13T09:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:59:26.246Z</updated><title type='text'>The Wombles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Wombles.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Wombles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE WOMBLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Filmfair&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1973-75 (original series), plus repeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Theme tune: “Underground, over-ground, wombling free/The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we/Making good use of the things that we find/Things that the everyday folk leave behind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With scripts by Elizabeth Beresford, and narration by Bernard Cribbins, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Wombles&lt;/i&gt; is quite rightly won of the most beloved of British television programmes. They were a group of furry creatures who lived on Wimbledon Common, and collected and recycled litter that the park-users discarded. Fortunately for the government, their popularity coincided with a national Keep Britain Tidy campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The patriarch of the operation was Great Uncle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bulgaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, who had named each of the young ones after an obscure place on his world map: Tobermory (in the Scottish isles), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Orinoco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (an Amazonian river), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wellington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (a city in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;), Bungo (Bungo-Suido is a strait in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (in the former &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;USSR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.) Madame Cholet (named after a town in France) was the resident mother-figure, and doled out the chores to everyone, while she got on with the housework. Tobermory was the handyman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was the greedy food-obsessive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wellington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was the clever one and wore glasses to prove it, Bungo was an idiot, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Orinoco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was an even bigger idiot. Lots of children could identify with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Orinoco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; because he always tried to bunk off his work, and was a eternal scruff-bucket. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Wombles&lt;/i&gt; were sweet without being sickly, there was enough in it for adults to be kept amused for its duration, and the theme was great - except that I thought that the lyrics implied that the Wombles were from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wimbledon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; they were common, not that they were from Wimbledon Common. In 1974, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Wombles&lt;/i&gt;’ were hijacked by writer and producer Mike Batt, and went on to have a number of hit records, the most recent in December 2000. Remember-member-member what a Womble Womble Womble you are….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.scuzz.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115278470468503333?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115278470468503333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115278470468503333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115278470468503333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115278470468503333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/wombles.html' title='The Wombles'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115278392319449028</id><published>2006-07-13T09:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:49:24.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Wizbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Wizbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/320/Wizbit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WIZBIT   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1986-7&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Ha ha, this-a-way/Ha ha, that-a-way/Ha ha this-a-way/My oh my!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The names Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee usually strike horror into the hearts of all patriotic Brits. The famous, short-statured magician should never have been let anywhere near children’s television, but the fact remains that he was, and this was what he came up with (Debbie was responsible for that oh so striking theme song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Each episode was 'introduced' by Daniels from his dressing room at Paul's Playhouse (possibly the only place that would give him work these days); he'd do a few tricks and tell the viewers a story about Wizbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wizbit was a yellow, conical shaped magician who came from WOW (World of Wizards, or world of anything else you can think of that begins with ‘w’), but now lived in Puzzleopolous. He was friends with a giant rabbit called Woollie, and lived near Squidgy Bog, a purple jive-talking bog who I used to be quite wary of. Wizbit’s enemy was Professor Doom, who lived in a giant fist in the sky (?!) with his cat, Jinx; and if he wasn’t braving his wrath, he was being challenged to solve riddles by the stingy, jobsworth gate-keeper at Puzzle Gate. Puzzleopolous was not somewhere to be recommended as a holiday resort: aside from the uninviting bog, the locals were seriously weird; there were supposed comedians, Spoof and Bluff (who looked like Marcel Marceau and Oliver Hardy), melancholy clown Pierre-oh, Grocer Green, and Madame Martinka, the town’s resident Mystic Meg. Run for the hills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115278392319449028?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115278392319449028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115278392319449028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115278392319449028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115278392319449028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/wizbit.html' title='Wizbit'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115278327232169235</id><published>2006-07-13T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:35:53.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Wiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scottish presenter, Kate Copstick, starred as Wiz, a silver robot/alien in this odd and educationally-slanted programme. She lived in an entirely black studio, and was given puzzles to complete by her computer, which you were supposed to care about enough to join in with at home. There was also a dire rap, called ‘Do the Biz with Wiz’. I remember thinking &lt;i style=""&gt;Wiz&lt;/i&gt; was a bit dull, but what put me off it for good was that, when watching it, I accidentally switched the TV volume to maximum, which scared me silly, and I forever associated &lt;i style=""&gt;Wiz&lt;/i&gt; with this nasty incident of my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115278327232169235?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115278327232169235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115278327232169235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115278327232169235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115278327232169235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/wiz.html' title='Wiz'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115271058933415185</id><published>2006-07-12T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:23:33.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Willo the Wisp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Willo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/320/Willo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WILLO THE WISP   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Nicholas Spargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1980-82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Drugs are bad, kids. And they’re expensive. But a viable alternative is a marathon viewing of &lt;i style=""&gt;Willo the Wisp&lt;/i&gt;, an absurd and incomprehensible cartoon about the characters who inhabit Doily Woods. It was narrated by Willo, a spirit-like entity who looked remarkably like Kenneth Williams, possibly because he provided the voices for the characters. The central twosome were Arthur, a big, orange caterpillar, and his friend, Mavis Cruet, a kindly fairy in a tutu, who was just too fat to fulfil her great wish of flying. But if anyone was having any fun, you could guarantee that it wouldn’t last long, because Evil Edna was never far away. Evil Edna was a witch in the form of a TV set; the screen showed her face, and she could zap people with her antennae. The subsidiary characters were Carwash, the posh, monocle-wearing cat, whose wisdom surpassed the combined intelligence of everyone else; and The Moog, a strange, sausage-shaped dog who was affectionate but utterly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The episodes had to be seen to be believed - pretty much anything could happen, including Evil Edna falling in love with a TV news presenter who she tunes into. That was strange enough, but then, in an attempt to escape, the presenter leapt out of the TV set and revealed himself to be only as big as he appeared on screen. These days, the BBC makes programmes that children can understand, which, in my opinion, is a crying shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.sausagenet.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115271058933415185?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115271058933415185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115271058933415185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115271058933415185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115271058933415185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/willo-wisp.html' title='Willo the Wisp'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115271019935504778</id><published>2006-07-12T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:18:11.320Z</updated><title type='text'>The Wide-Awake Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Wide%20Awake%20Club.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/320/Wide%20Awake%20Club.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE WIDE-AWAKE CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: TVAM&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1985-89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: "We're wide awake/It's good to know you're ready and you're wide awake/So on your marks and get set, go/It's Saturday, no school today, so what you gonna do?/There's no excuse to stay in bed we're waiting here for you/Oh, Wide Awake...your start/Here it is...our show/Join now, stay tuned, okay, let's go!/We're Wide Awake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The BBC may have had the edge with the post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="9"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;9am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; slot, but ITV ruled the airwaves between 7.30 and nine, with this fantastic live entertainment show, presented with verve and enthusiasm, for children with the inability to lie-in. It probably saved a lot of children being strangled by their sleep-deprived parents.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The original presenting line-up saw legendary Tommy Boyd as the natural master of ceremonies; he had presented &lt;i style=""&gt;Magpie&lt;/i&gt; with a shocking perm, was a qualified dolphin-trainer and football referee, and mums all over the country thought he was dishy. He was always cool in a crisis, and kept a firm grip on the interviews when his celebrity subjects were getting out of hand. Then there was Arabella Warner, a slightly ‘senior’, blonde woman (very unfair, I’m sure - but she seemed old when I was eight), with big earrings; and James Baker, who just struck me as dull and not intended for children’s TV. Quite the opposite was Timmy Mallett (see &lt;i style=""&gt;WAC-a-Day&lt;/i&gt;), who no-one knew what to make of: and, later on in the show’s history, there was the youthful Michaela Strachan, fresh from being the ‘Her’ half of the dreadful late-night music show&lt;i style=""&gt; Hitman and Her&lt;/i&gt;, with Pete Waterman. James always seemed to have his arm around Michaela, in a slightly sleazy way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There were so many features on this fast-paced show, that it’s hard to know where to start. Talent on the Telly was an opportunity for kids to come on and do an unusual party trick, such as turning their eyelids inside out, or putting a tarantula on their tongue. More often though, it was someone impersonating Frank Bruno, or doing a lame magic trick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Still on the subject of ‘talent’, there was Singing in the Shower (later Bopping in the Bathroom), where children would stand in a fake bathroom setting, with water effects descending on them, while they sang along to Five Star or Mel and Kim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Bed-Making Competition was a slot where children would compete against each other to accomplish a tricky task - such as, but hardly ever, making a bed like nurses in a hospital do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There were a couple of regular guest experts who would come on (which often signalled a good time to go and get your breakfast): Dr Pete doled out medical advice, and Philpott (probably not the name he was christened), who gave you the day’s weather predictions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then there was the deeply unfunny Sound Asleep Club, presented by a duo, one of whom was - incredibly enough - a youthful Canadian called Mike Myers. We all have to start somewhere, and at least nobody in his native land saw this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tommy took centre stage for Wac Snax, where he donned a chef’s outfit as the French-accented Didier Dodo. This was a jazzed-up cooking section, with recipes sent in by viewers but, famously, Boyd sometimes had to turn his creations down on the grounds that he was a vegetarian. That was his story, anyway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Food was also the primary ingredient of Silly Senses, where Timmy would blindfold a child and make them taste, touch and smell various things, and then they had to guess what it was. Usually peeled grapes, tinned spaghetti or onions. Michaela and Arabella got revenge on behalf of the tormented children when they forced Timmy to bite into a clove of garlic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A couple of slots involved viewers calling in on the phone, one of which was the curiously-named Bonk ‘n’ Boob, a quiz where George, the scoreboard, was a blatant rip-off of Dennis the Menace. Hard to picture, I know. There was also Club Call, where kids would send in the name and location of their club or society (either something genuine, like the 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Richmond Scout Troop, or something entirely made up, such as the Winky Murder Club), and it would be pinned on a map of Great Britain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Some sections were entirely kid-free, and were to some degree an attempt to provide a bit of educational stimulation. The WAC Newsreel was like &lt;i style=""&gt;Newsround&lt;/i&gt;; Fables, Parables &amp; Miracles explained various myths and legends; and Ghosts, Monsters &amp; Legends was a spooky story told at the wrong end of the day, but the story about the TVAM studio ghost was actually quite frightening. Just when you thought they’d finished bombarding you with information, there was Heroes &amp;amp; Heroines, Villains &amp; Villainesses, and then Hero of the Day, where a viewer would nominate someone or something for having done something heroic - such as an onion preventing a goldfish going down the plughole, or a fence providing a hiding place from a swarm of bees.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where are the celebrities?, I hear you ask. Well, they were there in force, and the &lt;i style=""&gt;Wide-Awake Club&lt;/i&gt; guests really captured the naffness of the eighties: see exhibits such as Nick Kamen, Kim Wilde, Spagna, Mental As Anything, Daley Thompson, Owen Paul, Swing Out Sister and Fine Young Cannibals. They were all subjected to Questions on the Cards, where Tommy would offer them a sheaf of cards, and they had to answer the questions on the cards they selected.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mustn’t forget the cartoons, of course, which was usually the &lt;i style=""&gt;Go-Bots&lt;/i&gt;, a cartoon which was actually ripped off &lt;i style=""&gt;Transformers&lt;/i&gt;, if you can believe that. The worst thing about it was that it inspired Timmy to yell, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Go-Bots&lt;/i&gt; go botty!” whenever they were about to come on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An all-time low was hit, however, with the Christmas Song competition, where children were asked to write a festive-themed song and put it to music, the best one being released as a single. The winner also had the dubious privilege of meeting the Duchess of York at the Royal Variety Performance, or something. All the short-listed songs, and the eventual winner, were performed by those spawns of Satan themselves, The Mini-Pops, in their roll-neck jumpers and patterned scarves, surrounded by fake snow and a sleigh. Talk about ruining the spirit of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.cjetech.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115271019935504778?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115271019935504778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115271019935504778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115271019935504778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115271019935504778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/wide-awake-club.html' title='The Wide-Awake Club'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115270929239736945</id><published>2006-07-12T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:02:07.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't You...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Why%20don%27t%20you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Why%20don%27t%20you.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY DON'T YOU...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1973-94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Why don’t you, why don’t you/Why don’t you, why don’t/Switch off the TV set, and do something less boring instead?/Why don’t you?!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The theme lyrics said it all, really - it was the mark that of a very bad summer holidays if you were tuning into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why Don’t You?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; in the mornings. Groups of drama school rejects from around the country, with names such as The Brummie Gang, and The Liverpool Posse, would present this no-adults programme about ideas to keep you from stealing hub caps in your long vacation. There would be ‘makes’ from various pieces of junk that you could find by rummaging in a skip, jokes from random kids off the streets, and some of the most revolting recipes known to man - I particularly recall an annoying whippersnapper, called Brett, making something called ‘Wacky Tacky Pizza’, which was enough to have you confined to your bed for the remainder of the school break. One of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why Don’t You?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’s claims to fame - or perhaps its only one - is that it first gave screen time to a twelve year old Anthony McPartlin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Thanks to www.tvradiobits.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115270929239736945?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115270929239736945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115270929239736945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115270929239736945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115270929239736945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-dont-you.html' title='Why Don&apos;t You...?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115263298069682638</id><published>2006-07-11T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:50:02.193Z</updated><title type='text'>What's Up, Doc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/WUdoc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/WUdoc2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHAT'S UP, DOC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1992-94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Unsurprisingly, this was a vehicle for Warner Bros cartoons (in the same way that the later &lt;i style=""&gt;Diggit&lt;/i&gt; showed Disney cartoons), and was presented by rejects from various other shows - Pat Sharp (the mullet still intact) from &lt;i style=""&gt;Funhouse&lt;/i&gt;, Yvette Fielding from &lt;i style=""&gt;Blue Peter&lt;/i&gt;, and Andy Crane, most recently from &lt;i style=""&gt;Motormouth&lt;/i&gt;. It was very mediocre stuff, although Fielding did her best to hold it together, but it was made a lot worse by the presence of Bro and Bro, two puppet wolves, who supposedly ate children. Oh, if only they ate the head of ITV programming first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115263298069682638?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115263298069682638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115263298069682638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115263298069682638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115263298069682638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s Up, Doc?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115263253448249908</id><published>2006-07-11T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:42:48.373Z</updated><title type='text'>We are the Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Champions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Champions.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC?&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1973-95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over half the kids at school hate sports day. It’s invariably cold, likely to be raining, you have to wear the kind of brief clothes you wouldn’t even wear on a tropical holiday, and you are compelled to partake in a variety of gruelling sporting events, most of which you are no good at and have no interest in. Oh, and the teachers all wear track-suits and swig from mugs of warming tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So why was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Are The Champions&lt;/span&gt; so popular, then? All it was, was a televised sports day, hosted by BBC athletics commentator, Ron Pickering. Basically, teams of children would compete in outdoor relay races, usually involving beanbags, cargo nets, eggs, tennis balls, or all of the above. But the bit that everyone loved, and wished they could take part in, was the swimming pool finale. “Away you go!” Ron would shout, and the kids would plunge into the pool and grapple with numerous floats and inflatables, collect rubber rings, and try to doggy-paddle to victory. Actually, nobody cared who won - they were just waiting for the bit at the end, where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (the teams, the supporters; everyone except Ron Pickering, really) bombed into the water, and proceeded to do everything those signs at public swimming baths always expressly tell you not to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Ron Pickering suddenly died, the role of PE teacher was taken over by Gary Lineker, who was obviously waiting for a more serious, meaty sports role with the BBC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to www.tvradiobits.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115263253448249908?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115263253448249908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115263253448249908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115263253448249908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115263253448249908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-champions.html' title='We are the Champions'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115263187573496342</id><published>2006-07-11T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:31:54.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Wacky%20Races.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Wacky%20Races.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WACKY RACES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: CBS/Hanna Barbera&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1968 onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In my opinion, &lt;i style=""&gt;Wacky Races&lt;/i&gt; was the finest creation of this incredibly prolific animation partnership, due to its fantastic inventiveness, and despite the fact that every episode had pretty much the same plot-line. The cartoon was inspired by Blake Edwards’ film, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Great Race&lt;/i&gt; (1965), which saw a band of unconventional characters, including Jack Lemmon, Natalie Wood and Tony Curtis, competing in a 1920s car race. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The same characters took part in the &lt;i style=""&gt;Wacky Races&lt;/i&gt; every episode - a bit like a rally or Formula 1 circuit - and there was a radar on the screen every so often, supposedly showing the progress of the competitors (to see them going backwards was not unusual.) The whole thing was superbly narrated in rhyming couplets by Dave Wilcox. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So who were those drivers?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Peter Perfect: The vain Mr Perfect had the most implausibly square jaw, drove the Turbo Terrific, and was sweet on Penelope Pitstop, whom he loved second only to himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sergeant Blast &amp; Private Meekly: This military duo drove the Army Surplus Special, which could act as a tank, steamroller, or any other heavy-duty vehicle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lazy Luke &amp; Blubber Bear: Luke was an idle redneck who was so lazy that his Arkansas Chuggabug was just his veranda on wheels, complete with a stove for an engine. His co-driver was Blubber Bear, and the slightly odd thing was that Blubber had the only seat (a rocking chair), so Luke sat on his lap. That kind of thing is probably legal in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Ant Hill Mob: This was a gang of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; mobsters led by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Clyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, who were all midgets and who rode in the Bullet-Proof Bomb. They were nice guys really, and were particularly concerned that Penelope Pitstop came to no harm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Red Max: Modelled on the Red Baron, Red Max rarely achieved success in the Wacky Races, partly because his Crimson Haybailer was one of the worst cars on the circuit - even worse than the Arkansas Chuggabug.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Gruesome Twosome: Big Gruesome looked like Frankenstein’s monster, and L’il Gruesome was a miniature Dracula, and together they drove the Creepy Coupe. It had gothic candles for headlights, and could be fuelled by ghost, snake or dragon power.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Professor Pat Pending: This mad professor drove the drearily-named Convert-a-Car, which should have won every week because it could transform into pretty much anything, but Pending always managed to botch it up somehow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Penelope Pitstop: The southern belle of the race circuit dressed entirely in pink and drove the pristine Compact Pussycat. Her maxim was “neatness counts”, and her car had various modifications to allow her to re-apply her make-up without veering off into a ditch. Penelope always managed to get into jeopardy, frequently enough to warrant her own spin-off cartoon too, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Perils of Penelope Pitstop &lt;/i&gt;(1969).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Slag Brothers: Slag of course means something different in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, referring to scree and ash, rather than these boys’ private lives. Rock and Gravel Slag were two dopey-looking cavemen who drove the Bouldermobile, for which, presumably, they had to invent the wheel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dick Dastardly &amp; Muttley: The fabulous villain of the piece, Dick Dastardly had a curly moustache, pointy facial features, and the catch-phrase “drat and double drat!”, whenever one of his fiendish schemes fell apart (i.e. always.) He was accompanied by Muttley, his canine sidekick (the dog in &lt;i style=""&gt;The Great Race&lt;/i&gt; was called Motley), with a trademark snicker - he couldn’t care less whether Dastardly won, and actually gained most amusement from it all backfiring. Dick Dastardly would go to any lengths of cheating in order to win, and he would often sabotage Penelope Pitstop’s chances, knowing that ninety per cent of the other drivers would screech to a halt to help her. The following year, Dick and man’s best friend got their own gig, in &lt;i style=""&gt;Dastardly &amp;amp; Muttley and their Flying Machines&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SQUARE EYES RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.comedy-zone.net for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115263187573496342?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115263187573496342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115263187573496342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115263187573496342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115263187573496342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/wacky-races.html' title='Wacky Races'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115237540741247174</id><published>2006-07-08T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:21:15.600Z</updated><title type='text'>WAC-a-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Timmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Timmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Wac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="1" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Wac.jpg" width="3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;WAC-A-DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1985-91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theme tune: “It’s WAC-a-Day, no school today, so what ya going to do?/Forget your chores, throw on some clothes (?), here’s what we’ve got for you/Oh, WAC-a-Day/What’s that?/Wait and see who’s on/Join now, stay tuned/Okay, let’s go!/It’s WAC-a-Day!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WAC stood for Wide Awake Club, of which this show was a daytime spin-off, geared at lethargic children in their pyjamas, bored out of their brains in the school holidays. It was presented by none other than Timmy Mallett, along with his cockatoo, Magic, who always looked as though the whole thing was too much for him, and that he might drop off his perch at any moment. Timmy should need no introduction: he was an ageless maniac who was born to present children’s TV, and he personified the word ‘wacky’. He had a vast collection of ridiculous pairs of specs, he usually wore those luminous Bermuda shorts made fashionable by the mid eighties, and he often wore two baseball caps at the same time (twin peaks - it was a joke, see?) There would be cartoons like &lt;em&gt;Go-Bots&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Galaxy High School&lt;/em&gt;, countless rounds of Mallett’s Mallet (“It’s-a-word-assocation-game-where-you-mustn’t-pause-and-you-mustn’t-hesitate-repeat-a-word-or-say-a-word-I-don’t-like-or-you’ll-get-a-bash-on-the-head-like-this-or-like-this-look-at-each-other-and-go-bleeurgh-look-at-the-audience-at-home-and-go-bleeurgh”) where the loser got a sticking plaster to place on any part of the anatomy and wave to the folks at home with, and there was even an expedition to Kenya, where Timmy taught us all to say ‘Jambo’, and painted a lot of actually very good landscapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because it was the school hols, there was a Holiday Postcards slot, and there were other ‘features’ like Wactors and Wactresses, The Manic Minute, and the WAC-saw Puzzle. Fingers In Your Ears Time gave kids the opportunity to show off their usually-limited singing talents, and Drop Your Toast was an attempt to make some unsuspecting child do exactly that by mentioning them live on national television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Timmy Mallett was an assault on the senses in all possible ways, and you couldn’t help feeling sorry that he couldn’t get a real job where he didn’t have to leap about the place like a child with Attention Deficiency Disorder - but the fact is that there is absolutely no substitute for him. Since he retired to Timmy Towers, nobody on children’s television has matched him for sheer enthusiasm and passion for entertaining. Mind you, enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115237540741247174?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115237540741247174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115237540741247174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115237540741247174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115237540741247174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/wac-day.html' title='WAC-a-Day'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115237489571938695</id><published>2006-07-08T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:08:15.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Ulysses 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Ulysses%2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Ulysses%2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ULYSSES 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BRB International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1981, plus repeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one of those weird cartoons that most people don’t talk about, because they can’t be sure that they didn’t imagine the whole thing. Ulysses 31 was set in the 31st century, and was loosely based on The Odyssey. Ulysses himself was a Barry Gibb look-alike (but ginger), who was orbiting the planet Troy with his son, Telemachus, and had to return to Earth before his wife, Penelope, married someone else. But Telemachus was kidnapped by worshippers of the Cyclops, and when Ulysses attacked and destroyed them, the gods were angered, and cast Ulysses’ ship into the far reaches of space, deleting the databanks on board, so he became utterly lost. The gods also put his crew in a permanent state of suspended animation; they were in a coma, and hung lifelessly in mid air on the ship. When Ulysses rescued Telemachus, he also saved an alien girl called Yumi, and her brother, Numinar, but Numinar is also placed under the coma curse, and his sister can only visit him and hope that he will recover. So the series was basically the long saga of Ulysses trying to find Hades in order to release his cursed crew members, and there was also a little red robot, No-No (short for ‘no, no, please don’t put the robot in the series’), belonging to Telemachus, who had helped saved his master, but was mainly there as the court jester. Ulysses 31 was a giant among kids’ cartoons, and it certainly had me gripped when I was six; I was intrigued and fearful of the comatosed ship’s crew, and used to have nightmares about it happening to me. It was one of those odd cartoons that could never have originated from the UK, and indeed didn’t, but life after school was richer because of it - and little did we know, we were actually watching an interpretation of classical mythology out of school hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alvarezperea.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.alvarezperea.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115237489571938695?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115237489571938695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115237489571938695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115237489571938695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115237489571938695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/ulysses-31.html' title='Ulysses 31'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115237455567704616</id><published>2006-07-08T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:03:21.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Trumpton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Trumpton.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Trumpton.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;TRUMPTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Gordon Murray Puppets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1967, plus endless repeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The second of the Camberwick Green trilogy saw the villagers moving to the nearby town of Trumpton, obviously eager for the bright lights. Still narrated by Brian Cant, and with all the old characters present, there was also Miss Lovelace and her dogs; Bill Stickanick, the billboard-pasting man; the Mayor; the town clerk Mr Troop; Mrs Cabbit and Mr Platt, and the most famous team of fire-fighters on TV, led by Captain Flack - they were, of course, Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb. Pugh and Pugh were identical twin brothers, by the way. Each episode would briefly focus on the town hall clock, which kept the time for Trumpton, and they would end with the fire brigade band holding a concert in the park. Bet they wished they’d stayed in Camberwick Green. Gordon Murray went to a fair bit of expense with these series, because although television was still in black and white when he started, he shot them in colour, with a mind to the future. In fact, when he finished work on Chigley, his final series of this ilk, he burned all the characters and sets so that no-one could re-use them, meaning that only his original Technicolor repeats could be shown. Cunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegoons.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.telegoons.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115237455567704616?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115237455567704616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115237455567704616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115237455567704616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115237455567704616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/trumpton.html' title='Trumpton'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115228837227949431</id><published>2006-07-07T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:06:34.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Trap Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Trapdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Trapdoor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TRAP DOOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Queensway Productions&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Don’t you open that trap door/You’re a fool if you dare/Stay away from that trapdoor/Cos there’s something down there…!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Somewhere in the dark and nasty regions where nobody goes stands an ancient castle. Deep within this dank and uninviting place lives Berk, overworked servant to The Thing upstairs- But that’s nothing compared to the horrors that lurk beneath The Trapdoor, for there is something down there in the dark, waiting to come out…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So began each episode of &lt;i style=""&gt;Trap Door,&lt;/i&gt; one of the featured cartoons on &lt;i style=""&gt;Number 73&lt;/i&gt;, which has been repeated sporadically for over ten years. Narrated by Willie Rushton, this was a clay animation about Berk, a blue blob of a character, who lived with his hyper-active pet Drutt (of undetermined species), and his pal, Boni, a skull who was always full of doom and gloom. Berk was the put-upon manservant of the unseen Thing Upstairs, which always needed feeding, and was particularly partial to a certain vegetable called Thort. There were a few other weirdo characters around too, including Bubo, an irritating yellow thing with a hole in its head, and the friendly monster, Rog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.durham21.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115228837227949431?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115228837227949431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115228837227949431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115228837227949431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115228837227949431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/trap-door.html' title='Trap Door'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115228808356073699</id><published>2006-07-07T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:01:52.893Z</updated><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Transformers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Filmation&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most people will remember the toys better than they will the cartoon series: they were heavily advertised, expensive, and if you twisted part of them the wrong way - which was easily done - an arm or leg fell off, never to be repaired again. There was a feature-length film made of these ‘Robots in Disguise’, with such credible artists as Orson Welles and Eric Idle on vocal duties, but the TV series was made with slightly less care and cash. Basically, the Transformers were robots, waging a war between good and evil, who could masquerade as ordinary, every day vehicles. The chief goodie was the grandly-named Optimus Prime, who lived in a dormant volcano, and his principal adversary was Megatron, leader of the Decepticons (name was a bit of a give-away, really), who lived in an elaborate desert complex, and was assisted by Ravage and Soundwave. Soundwave had to be the most useless of Transformers, as his alternative guise was as a tape-recorder, which obviously made him completely immobile, and reliant on someone wanting to play the latest Michael Jackson single. There was also Ironhide, some kind of people-carrier, and various other helicopters, juggernauts and milk-floats; but this was very definitely a boys’ cartoon, unless you were a girl into cars, guns, robots and sparse plot-lines. Boys didn’t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- they were too busy smashing their Transformers into each other and breaking various vital components. Strangely, Hollywood director Michael Bay thinks that the Transformers are due a revival (surely he's in a small minority?), and they're due to make their live action film debut in 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to www.classickidstv.co.uk for the borrowed pic) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115228808356073699?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115228808356073699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115228808356073699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115228808356073699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115228808356073699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115228763273052127</id><published>2006-07-07T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:55:23.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Tottie or The Story of a Doll's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Tottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Tottie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;TOTTIE OR THE STORY OF A DOLL'S HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Smallfilms&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1984-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Based on books by Rumer Godden, this weighty and sometimes sombre stop-motion animation focused on the toy dolls belonging to sisters Emily and Charlotte Dane. The girls had an ornate doll’s house, whose inhabitants were happy and carefree: there was Mr Plantaganet, his cheerful and dreamy wife, Birdie, and their sweet little son, Apple. Also living with them was Tottie, a wooden, painted doll, who was thoughtful and sensible and, despite being the daughter-figure, really kept the house together. In spite of the contented existence that the dolls had, there was always a feeling of foreboding, because the dolls were never in control of their own destiny - they had to wish very hard and hope that good things would happen. Sadly, they didn’t. The Dane girls were given an antique porcelain doll called Marchpane, who they place in the house with the Plantaganets, and she was an evil cuckoo in the nest from day one. She openly schemed to become foremost in Emily and Charlotte’s affections, loathed Birdie’s open and trusting nature, detested Mr Plantaganet’s feebleness, and did her very best to lead Apple astray and turn him against his mother. Having gained the measure of her house-mates, Marchpane used the dolls’ house lights, which contain real paraffin, to start a fire, and trap Apple. She guessed that Birdie would try to save her little boy, and knew that Birdie was made of cellulose and would burn very quickly and easily - and that was exactly what happens. Birdie saved Apple, but became a martyr in doing so, meaning that &lt;i style=""&gt;Tottie &lt;/i&gt;becomes perhaps the first programme aimed at small children to contain a murder. &lt;i style=""&gt;Tottie&lt;/i&gt; was a beautifully filmed, thoughtfully made series, but it was terribly, terribly upsetting, and made you realise just how helpless dolls would be if they were really alive, and how reliant on a ‘higher power’, in this case the fickleness of two little girls. There is something very Ibsen-esque about &lt;i style=""&gt;Tottie&lt;/i&gt; (Henrik Ibsen wrote a play called &lt;i style=""&gt;The Dolls’ House&lt;/i&gt;, of course), and its vision of fate and predestination; and Marchpane is like Hedda Gabler - vain, controlling and destructive. Heavy stuff. You should never have watched this without a) your mother present or b) valium handy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.smallfilms.co.uk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115228763273052127?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115228763273052127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115228763273052127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115228763273052127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115228763273052127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/tottie-or-story-of-dolls-house.html' title='Tottie or The Story of a Doll&apos;s House'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115218359113229155</id><published>2006-07-06T10:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:00:16.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Thundercats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Thundercats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Thundercats.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THUNDERCATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Rankin/Bass&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With its 80s electric guitar-driven theme music, &lt;i style=""&gt;Thundercats&lt;/i&gt; was yet another rubbishy cartoon with massive merchandising appeal (people were always having the action figures confiscated at my school.) The cats in question were feline-human crime fighters, who lived on the planet of Thundera, until it was destroyed and they had to escape to the Third Earth. Lion-o was the archetypal egotistical leader, who brandished a Sword of Omens and gave the odd trademark cry of “Thundercats, Ho!”. His second in command was Tygra, whose weapon was a Bolo whip, and who could become invisible at will (strictly for the benefit of the group, of course.) Cheetara was the token glamorous female, with a pretty useless bow-staff, and then there was Panthro, the eldest of the Thundercats, who had to make do with a quote-unquote ‘fighting stick’. For sickeningly-cute factor, there were Wily-Kit and Wily-Kat, the bratty kids; and for the wildly irritating factor, we had Snarf, Lion-o’s former nursemaid, who won’t leave him alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One thing that can be said for the shameful display which was &lt;i style=""&gt;Thundercats&lt;/i&gt; was that the baddies were genuinely quite scary. The chief antagonist was the terrifying Mumm-ra, a mummy who looked perpetually angry that someone had awaken him from his eternal slumber, and who would shake his bandages when riled. He employed a choice selection of willing mutants, including Slithe, Mankian, Jackalman, Vultureman and Rataro, but why is it that these cronies never have a brain-cell between them, and can be outwitted by a bunch of overgrown cats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SQUARE EYES RATING 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115218359113229155?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115218359113229155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115218359113229155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115218359113229155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115218359113229155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/thundercats.html' title='Thundercats'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115218334087571051</id><published>2006-07-06T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:56:19.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Thunderbirds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Thunderbirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Thunderbirds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THUNDERBIRDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Gerry Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1965-66, plus many repeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gerry Anderson and his wife Sylvia were responsible for a string of successful and completely unique TV series, including &lt;i style=""&gt;Super Car&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Fireball XL5&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Captain Scarlet&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Stingray&lt;/i&gt; - but the boys at International Rescue will always be the best loved. When Anderson was first approached to make a series with marionettes, he was less than enthusiastic because he had designs on being a big movie director - so, as a compromise, he tried to make his puppet shows as close to live action as he could, which included those cut-scenes with real hands replacing the hands of the puppets. To give the programme more commercial appeal and cool factor, British Anderson decided to employ American voice-over artists for his starring family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Set in 2065, multi-millionaire Jeff Tracy lives on his own private &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Tracy&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, in the &lt;st1:place&gt;Pacific Ocean&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, with his squad of sons and servants. As the story goes, Jeff was one of the first men to walk on the moon and, in his middle-age, decided to be philanthropic and set up the International Rescue organisation, designed to protect the world from James Bond-type villains. Concealed within his island were a fleet of state-of-the-art machines, driven or piloted by each of the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tracy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; brothers, poised to be called to an international emergency.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scott Tracy, 30, was the oldest of the boys; he was the sensible, responsible (read: boring) one, and wore the light blue sash on his uniform. He piloted the vanguard vehicle, Thunderbird 1, an ultrasonic rocket, and Scott was usually the first at the scene of a disaster. His vehicle launched from beneath the family’s swimming pool, which could be unfortunate for anyone taking a dip at the time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Virgil Tracy, operator of Thunderbird 2, and wearer of the yellow sash, was 27 years old and considered to be the most serious and bookish of the brothers - he also entertained his family with his expert piano playing, confirming that it really was a barrel of laughs on &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Tracy&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Thunderbird 2 was a huge, green behemoth of a machine with its own atomic pile, and was often employed to do some serious damage; it had a variety of different ‘pods’ which Virgil chose between, depending on the nature of the mission.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Twenty-one year old Alan Tracy was blond, baby-faced, liked potholing, and fancied himself as something of a ladies’ man. When he was not on a mission, he was romancing Tin-Tin, the daughter of the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tracys&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’ chef (and not a Belgian boy-reporter), which was not surprising, as she was the only female on the island besides Grandma Tracy. Alan caused all kinds of damage at university, including crashing a home-made rocket into the science lab, and instead of cutting his allowance, his benevolent dad decided to send him for astronaut training. The slightly reckless Alan, with his off-white sash, was given far too much responsibility in all honesty: he co-piloted Thunderbird 2 when needed, and he was the sole controller of Thunderbird 3, a bright orange spaceship designed for space exploration. He was also supposed to take turns in manning Thunderbird 5, Jeff Tracy’s very own space station, but more often than not he left John Tracy stuck up there for months at a time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, if Alan was his dad’s favourite, then Gordon had to be the black sheep of the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tracy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; clan, perhaps because he was under the impression he was a great comedian, and his sober father seems to lack a sense of humour. Gordon, 22, clearly felt the need to be the clown to make up for the fact that he was the least good-looking of the boys…and ginger. He wore the orange sash (to compliment his hair, perhaps) and was a trained aquanaut, piloting Thunderbird 4, the subterranean craft. Tiny, yellow Thunderbird 4 was contained in one of the pods of Thunderbird 2, and was hardly ever used, meaning that Gordon spent much of his time lounging around the house and getting under his father’s feet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow (probably via a golden handshake to someone), Jeff Tracy managed to get permission to build a space station, and he put his middle son, John, in charge of it. The most intellectual of the brothers (he was a Harvard grad, don’t you know), blond, blue-eyed John spent most of his life isolated hundreds of miles above earth, where he supposedly monitored all of the emergencies happening at ground level. John (bearer of the rather fetching lilac sash) was a great dreamer, which was probably as a result of being on his own for too long, and it was just as well that his favourite hobby was astronomy. It was Gerry Anderson’s original intention that John be the hero of the piece, but when his puppet didn’t come out as envisaged, he was given a peripheral role, and Scott was boosted up the ladder to replace him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So that’s the boys, but not the extent of the team. Also lodging at Tracy Island was Hiram K.Hackenbacker, better known as Brains, a 25 year old Cambridge University graduate, who designed and modified most of the International Rescue vehicles, including the Mole (a drilling machine) and the Firefly (a robust fire-extinguishing vehicle.) To be brutally honest, he looked like a complete nerd with no social skills and bad glasses, but he was sometimes required to leave the safety of the island to advise on some of the missions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And if Brains was the, er, brains, then Lady Penelope was the beauty (&lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; brains.) Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, who took much of her style from Honor Blackman in &lt;i style=""&gt;The Avengers&lt;/i&gt;, was a sophisticated British socialite, who also acted as an agent for Jeff Tracy. She began her career in the British Secret Service, and lived in Creighton Hall in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kent&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. The 27 year old blonde (elegantly voiced by Sylvia Anderson) always enjoyed some flirtatious banter with Scott Tracy, and was clearly having some kind of affair with him, which his father would no doubt have heartily disapproved of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lady Penelope’s chauffeur and confidante was the middle-aged Aloysius Parker (how many servants are called Aloysius?!), a former safe-breaker and a top-rate mechanic, who spoke with an accent that Gerry Anderson obviously approximated British working class. He drove ‘M’Lady’s’ pink Rolls-Royce, registration FAB 1, which had been customised to conceal various pieces of weaponry behind its silver grill, including a machine gun, laser cannons and missile launchers. That would surprise the Kwik-Fit mechanics. Lucky for Jeff Tracy, much of the world’s criminal activity seemed to be centred in the south of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, so Lady Penelope was often right in the thick of things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As previously mentioned, the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tracys&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; had a chef called Kyrano, a Malaysian with a pretty young daughter he dogged with the name Tin-Tin. Unfortunately for Kyrano, he had an evil half-brother, an alleged master of disguise known as The Hood, who was Jeff Tracy’s arch enemy. The Hood was a bald slap-head who lives in a secret temple somewhere in the Malaysian jungle, from where he practised voodoo and black magic; he could control people with his weird, glowing eyes, and had some bizarre, supernatural hold over Kyrano, meaning he could control him to gain access to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tracy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; family secrets. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Thunderbirds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; has an unwavering appeal, and although it was originally broadcast in the sixties at the cost of the equivalent of £1 million per episode, it enjoyed a resurgence of popularity in the early nineties (the dolls were &lt;i style=""&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; must-have toy of Christmas 1992 ,and &lt;i style=""&gt;Blue Peter&lt;/i&gt; showed us how to make Tracy Island from a pile of boxes and some paper-maché), and again nearly a decade later. &lt;i style=""&gt;Thunderbirds&lt;/i&gt; was essentially like a succession of great spy films, and with its boys-and-their-toys gadgetry, it was a hit predominantly with young males, but had enough ‘human’ drama to garner a wider appeal. The one element that does age it, though, was the fact that the Tracys and Lady Penelope all smoked like chimneys and drank like fish, which is no way for good all-American boys to behave, and no way for Lady Penelope to keep her youthful complexion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;By the way, you might think that Jeff Tracy burdened some of his sons with pretty appalling names, but each of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tracy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; brothers were named after American astronauts: Malcolm Scott Carpenter, Virgil ‘Gus’ Grissom, Alan B. Shepherd, Gordon Cooper and John Herschel Glenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115218334087571051?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115218334087571051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115218334087571051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115218334087571051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115218334087571051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/thunderbirds.html' title='Thunderbirds'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115218266881777585</id><published>2006-07-06T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-06T10:46:38.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Thomas%20Tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Thomas%20Tank.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE AND FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Cleanwater/Britt Allcroft/Central Television        &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: original series 1984-6, but he's still puffing along    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Reverend Wilbert Awdry first brought Thomas and pals to life in his 1940s storybooks, but it was another four decades before the chuffing one finally got his own television series. &lt;i style=""&gt;Thomas the Tank Engine&lt;/i&gt; came to be known and loved all over the world, despite its simple concept, and the fact that it was just like watching your uncle’s model railway in action - the model people didn’t even move! The series was set on the dubiously-named, but peaceful and charming Island of Sodor, where Sir Topham Hat - known to all the engines, rather cruelly, as The Fat Controller - was a Winston Churchill figure, and ran the railway system. Unlike most controllers, his engines were alive, with their own personalities, and were always causing him some kind of grief.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The hero was the blue number 1 engine, Thomas, who was usually sensible, but sometimes got a bit too big for his pistons. There were also (intake of breath): number 2 engine Edward, green number 3 engine Henry, James the mixed-traffic engine, Percy the saddle tank, Toby the tram engine, Montague the Great Western engine (nicknamed ‘Duck’), Donald and Douglas the twin black engines, Gordon the blue engine, Oliver the little green engine, and Diesel the, er, diesel engine. Diesel was ably assisted by Daisy, the diesel rail car, and Thomas himself often had a threesome with Annie and Claribel, his amiable passenger carriages. Operating outside the train yard were Terence Tractor, Harold Helicopter, Bertie Bus, and Ringo the Beatle - oh sorry, he was the programme’s narrator.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thomas the Tank Engine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; seemed to run forever, but there was one episode that I must have seen half a dozen times, and that was the one where vain and imperious Gordon refused to pull a coal truck, and as a penalty, the Fat Controller had him bricked into a tunnel. This stuck with me over the years because I always felt that the punishment hardly fitted the crime - poor Gordon was stuck in there for ages, and he became dirtier and dirtier, and he started to rust. Still brings tears to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.worldofbubble.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115218266881777585?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115218266881777585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115218266881777585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115218266881777585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115218266881777585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/thomas-tank-engine-and-friends.html' title='Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115193966273291999</id><published>2006-07-03T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:15:20.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Turtles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Turtles.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEENAGE MUTANT HERO TURTLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Mirage&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1987-96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles/ Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles/Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles/Heroes in a half-shell, Turtle Power!/They’re the world’s most fiercesome fighting team/They’re heroes in a half-shell and they’re green/When the evil Shredder attacks/Those Turtle boys don’t cut him no slack/Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles…Leonardo leads, Donatello does machines/Raphael is cool, but crude/Michaelangelo is a party-dude!/Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles/Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles/Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles/Heroes in a half-shell, Turtle Power!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cowabunga! The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were the comic-book creations of Americans Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird back in 1984, but it was a few years before this diluted cartoon version reached our screens. But once the Turtles landed, they were everywhere: lunch-boxes, pencil-cases, T-shirts, bum-bags, trainers, action figures, trading cards, and even their own line in frozen pizzas (including the surprisingly good apple and cheese flavour.) Their name had to be altered to Hero Turtles in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, although as the cartoon itself wasn’t altered, it is unlikely this would have done much to deter playground violence - it just made them seem more harmless to concerned parents.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, what was the back-story to this mean, green fighting machine? Set in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, Hamato Yoshi is cheated out of the leadership of his martial arts school by a treacherous student, and is forced to flee and live in poverty in the sewers. Why he didn’t settle for the YMCA is not made clear. Anyway, he is all alone until, one day, a young boy stumbles on the street and his pet turtles fall from their tank and into the sewers. Somehow, the tiny turtles land in the spilt radioactive contents of an old canister, and were metamorphosed into humanoid turtles. At the same time, Yoshi was transformed into a humanoid sewer-rat, and took on the name Splinter. He trained the turtles as his students, teaching them to be a Ninja force for good, and also introduced them to their staple food of pizza. Leonardo, in the blue bandanna, was the natural leader; he was the strong, silent type, was serious about his studies, and fought with a katana sword. Equally studious was Donatello, a science enthusiast, who wore a purple bandanna, and was responsible for inventing most of the Turtles machines and weaponry. Then there was Raphael, who was undoubtedly the coolest; he fought with jitte knives, wore red, and had a quick-witted and sardonic reply for everyone. Finally, there was the youngest of the bunch, Michaelangelo (Eastman and Laird misspelled his name, but it was never altered), who wore the orange bandanna, spoke like a Californian surfer, and liked nothing better than a par-tay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Turtles seemed to have two purposes in life, which usually coincided in some way: to protect April O’Neil, and to defeat Shredder. April was a jump-suited reporter for Channel 6 News, who first encountered the amphibian teenagers when she climbed into the sewer to escape some of Shredder’s henchmen. Shredder is also known as Oruku Saki, Splinter’s wayward student, and having turned the martial arts school against their old master, and renaming them The Foot, he plans to take over the world. But he in turn was doing someone else’s dirty-work, namely Krang, a repulsive brain-like alien, who lived in a tank in the underground Techno Drome. In order to add muscle to his crusade, Shredder got hold of a couple of street hoodlums, Rocksteady and Bebop, and somehow combined them with a rhino and boar he happened to have around the place, creating a humanoid punk rhinoceros, and a humanoid New Wave boar. Needless to say, what they had in muscle, they lack in grey matter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; also spawned a number of live-action films, critically panned but commercially fairly successful. I am loath to say it, because on paper the concept and content are less than mind-blowing, but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Turtles &lt;/i&gt;somehow surpassed the majority of shoddy action animations (&lt;i style=""&gt;Dungeons &amp; Dragons, Defenders of the Earth&lt;/i&gt; etc.) because there was something likeable about them. Certainly superior to the vastly amusing-for-the-wrong-reasons &lt;i style=""&gt;Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers&lt;/i&gt;, who came along during the twilight of the &lt;i style=""&gt;Turtles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.badfads.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115193966273291999?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115193966273291999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115193966273291999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115193966273291999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115193966273291999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/teenage-mutant-hero-turtles.html' title='Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115193901708888814</id><published>2006-07-03T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:04:14.446Z</updated><title type='text'>T-Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/T-Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/T-Bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T-BAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Thames TV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: mid 80s-early 90s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elizabeth Estenson starred as the tea-addicted witch Talula Bag, who somehow lived in a teapot in an antique shop. Her objective: total world domination. But unfortunately for her, the only aid she had in this task was a blond kid, T-Shirt (John Hasler), who she’d somehow trapped in her little world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Each of the seemingly innumerable series progressed in exactly the same manner. A young girl would enter the antique shop with the intention of buying something nice for her mum/granny/therapist, but would be zapped into the teapot by T-Bag as soon as she touched it. Once inside, the girl would be dispatched on missions by T-Bag to collect a different object every episode, which gave the whole thing a bit of a &lt;i style=""&gt;Crystal Maze&lt;/i&gt; feel, but which somehow forwarded the witch’s chances of become the supreme world dictator. Midway in the series, T-Shirt would secretly join forces with the girl, and they would always succeed in thwarting T-Bag, and sending her spinning back into the teapot for another series, although T-Shirt never managed to liberate himself. Still, his double-dealing was so predictable that I always wondered why T-Bag didn’t just have the little brat vaporised, or at least turned into a ferret? After the fourth series, Talula was replaced by her sister, Tabitha Bag (Georgina Hale), although the now teenage T-Shirt still moped around waiting for the next stage-school girl to arrive down the spout.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For those who fondly remember these luke-warm paranormal antics, here is a comprehensive run-down of the series we were treated to by writers Lee Pressman and Grant Cathro: T-Bag Strikes Again, T-Bag Bounces Back, T-Bag and the Revenge of the T-Set, T-Bag and the Pearls of Wisdom, T-Bag and the Rings of Olympus, T-Bag and the Sunstones of Montesuma, and Take Off with T-Bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115193901708888814?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115193901708888814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115193901708888814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115193901708888814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115193901708888814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/t-bag.html' title='T-Bag'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115193874789216964</id><published>2006-07-03T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:59:47.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Superted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Superted.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Superted.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SUPERTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: S4C&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1982, plus repeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bizarrely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Superted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;began life as a mascot for the South Wales Electricity Board, but would later on appear on both my toothbrush and space-hopper. He was an unstoppable furry merchandising machine. The cartoon began in the same way every episode, by telling the tale of how Superted came to be imbued with super powers: he was made in a factory, but because he was faulty (see also &lt;i style=""&gt;The Raggy Dolls&lt;/i&gt;), he was chucked into a store room. One night, a Spotty Man from another planet came and sprinkled ‘magic dust’ on him, meaning that he could quite freakishly unzip his furry skin and reveal a bright red superhero outfit. Considering that this wasn’t animation or storytelling of a very high quality, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Superted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was hugely popular in playgrounds up and down the country, and it attracted a host of voice artists. Derek Griffiths played the titular ted, while Jon Pertwee was the yellow and green Spotty Man; the villains were an malevolent cowboy, Texas Pete, and his sidekicks, Skeleton (Melvyn Hayes) and Bulk (Roy Kinnear.) Although the series is now a frightening twenty years old, I noticed in my local Superdrug that &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is still alive and kicking in the form of children’s chewable vitamin tablets. That must at least be a unique claim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.abbeyhomemedia.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115193874789216964?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115193874789216964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115193874789216964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115193874789216964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115193874789216964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/07/superted.html' title='Superted'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115168318923496059</id><published>2006-06-30T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:00:11.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Supergran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Supergran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Supergran.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SUPERGRAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Tyne Tees&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1985-87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Stand back Superman, Iceman, Spiderman, Batman and Robin too/Don’t want to cause a ruckus for BA Baracus/But I’ve got a match for you…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Based on books by Forrest Wilson, &lt;i style=""&gt;Supergran&lt;/i&gt; was a comedy adventure series about the most unlikely of superheroes - and you thought &lt;i style=""&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/i&gt; was implausible. Supergran (Gudrun Ure) had accidentally acquired astonishing super-powers, and became a match for any villain lurking the streets of her home town of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chisleton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Despite Supergran having a Scottish accent, the fictional Chisleton was actually located in &lt;st1:place&gt;Tynemouth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, a coastal town not too far from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Newcastle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;…and closer still to my own home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact, Supergran’s unusual method of transport, her Flycycle (actually a converted butcher’s boy bike), was long on display in The Land of Green Ginger, a converted church-cum-shopping centre in Tynemouth centre. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, enough of my exciting local heritage. The man responsible for Supergran’s inhuman abilities was Inventor Black (Bill Shine), and he was helped out by his young assistant, Edison (Holly English, and later Samantha Duffy), who was also pals with the septuagenarian law-enforcer; as was Willard (Ian Towell), an oik in a bobble hat. On the other side of the law, Supergran’s chief nemesis was The Scunner Campbell (Iain Cuthbertson), with his nephew, Tub (Lee Marshall) and his henchmen, The Muscles (Alan Snell and Brian Lewis.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i face="arial"&gt;Supergran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; was a Sunday teatime favourite, with its blend of unashamed comedy and light drama, and it attracted an unprecedented amount of celebrities, to all appearances clambering over each other for a guest appearance. To name but a few, there was Billy Connolly (who sung the theme tune), Mike Elphick, Spike Milligan, Tim Healy, Lulu, Gary Glitter (oh dear), George Best and Eddie Kidd, all hoping they wouldn’t emerge as the most wooden.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.bbc.co.uk for the borrowed pic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115168318923496059?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115168318923496059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115168318923496059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115168318923496059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115168318923496059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/supergran.html' title='Supergran'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115168289319456257</id><published>2006-06-30T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:56:03.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Stoppit and Tidyup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Stoppit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Stoppit.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;STOPPIT AND TIDYUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1987, plus repeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Absurd doesn’t even begin to describe this five minute Terry Wogan-narrated cartoon, with a vaguely environmental message. It was set in the somewhat oppressive land of Do-As-You’re-Told, where Stoppit (a furry ball who got accidentally squashed a lot) and his pal Tidyup (a foghorn-voiced blue thing with purple hair) lived. That was about it. There would usually be a minor story involved, such as the characters solving a puzzle, but it relied on the outlandishness and peculiarity of its boundless range of support characters. They were as follows: Comb-Your-Hair (with his eyes obscured by a fringe), Wash-Your-Face (filthy, of course), Hurry-Up (an orange ball of harassed energy), Go-And-Play (who wore a nappy and had lots of nursery toys), “poor little” Calm-Down (who brandished an umbrella), “nasty little” Not-Now, Bee-Have and Bee-Quiet (mutated bees, funnily enough), “sleepy old” Go-To-Bed (perennially tired), Don’t-Do-That (some kind of itchy-looking red insect), Take-Care (purple and anxious looking), Clean-Your-Teeth (with an unnervingly big smile), and a whole tribe of Sit-Downs. Best of all though, was the furious Big Bad I-Said-No, who was bright red and about to blow his top. &lt;i style=""&gt;Stoppit and Tidyup&lt;/i&gt; was absolute nonsense, and I can’t do it full justice on paper because it is simply impossible to recreate those weird noises that each character had. Halfway between Edward Lear and a very nasty experiment with hallucinogens, it was just about tongue-in-cheek enough to make watching it a repeatable experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.toonhound.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115168289319456257?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115168289319456257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115168289319456257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115168289319456257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115168289319456257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/stoppit-and-tidyup.html' title='Stoppit and Tidyup'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115168254296757888</id><published>2006-06-30T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:50:29.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Stop That Laughing at the Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Stop%20that%20laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Stop%20that%20laughing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOP THAT LAUGHING AT THE BACK&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Granada&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This thirty minute sketch show was one of a number of short-lived experiments on CITV in the mid 1980s, in the same vein as &lt;i style=""&gt;Your Mother Wouldn’t Like It&lt;/i&gt;. On a good day, it was trying to be anarchical in a watered-down &lt;i style=""&gt;Spitting Image&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Blue Peter&lt;/i&gt;. kind of a way, and it relied largely on the universal agreement among pre and early teens that both parents and teachers are crap and seriously uncool. It starred Paul Bradley, Michael Fenton Stevens, Jo Unwin, Nimmy March and also featured - for some undisclosed reason - the pop duo Hue and Cry; and it included a slot called ‘Aw, I’m Not Doing That!’, which was an advice column for getting out of doing household chores. This show was part of why most parents switched the television to BBC and then removed the batteries from the remote, so their children would be forced to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.mikefs.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115168254296757888?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115168254296757888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115168254296757888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115168254296757888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115168254296757888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/stop-that-laughing-at-back.html' title='Stop That Laughing at the Back'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115158952463487365</id><published>2006-06-29T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:59:20.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman and His Amazing Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Spiderman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SPIDERMAN AND HIS AMAZING FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Marvel&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1981-86&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can/Look out, here comes the Spiderman!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Based loosely on the original Marvel comics, and the seventies drama series starring Nick ‘Friedrich in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’ Hammond, this eighties kid-friendly cartoon series was a huge hit, and resulted in an army of small children, myself included, running around in red and blue Spiderman outfits. As the old legend goes, ordinary-joe Peter Parker, was bitten by a radioactive spider, and as a result he was able to turn into crime-fighting wunderkind, Spiderman, able to leap and spin webs just like a real arachnid, and defeat various ne’er-do-wells, such as the Green Goblin (not to be confused with the Green Goddess of TVAM fame.) And his wholesome girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson, was none the wiser. But in this eighties twist, Peter lived in a swish loft apartment with a couple of similarly freakish friends: Bobby Drake was a chisel-jawed hunk who turned into the ultra-cool Iceman, able to surf on the trail of ice he created; and Anjelica Jones was the feisty Firestar, who had pyromaniacal capabilities and spent a lot of the time melting the paths that Iceman had laid. Team-work or counter-productivity? It could make flat-sharing very difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115158952463487365?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115158952463487365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115158952463487365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115158952463487365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115158952463487365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/spiderman-and-his-amazing-friends.html' title='Spiderman and His Amazing Friends'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115158926944210280</id><published>2006-06-29T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:54:58.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Spatz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Spatz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Spatz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SPATZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Producers Group International/Thames TV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1989-92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is impossible to overestimate just how highly I rated this joint British and Canadian sitcom venture when I was a pre-teen, and I still think it remains one of the most vastly underrated and overlooked kids’ programmes of the last decade. And still it fell short of its potential because, with a few little tweaks, it would have made a successful crossover to mainstream adults’ viewing - how many children’s shows will handcuff their two leads together for the night?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Spatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was the zenith of Lee Pressman and Grant Cathro’s writing partnership (see also &lt;i style=""&gt;Mike and Angelo&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;T-Bag&lt;/i&gt;), a comedy inspired equally by British slapstick humour, and slick and innovative American programming like &lt;i style=""&gt;Moonlighting&lt;/i&gt;. To explain, Spatz was a fictitious Canadian fast-food restaurant chain, owned by millionaire Louis Frapelli, with its branch in central &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the setting for the programme. The setting was normal, but the antics of the staff were not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Canadian Karen Hansson (Jennifer Calvert), the Spatz European Co-ordinator, looked like a cross between Jerry Hall and Lauren Bacall dressed in a power-suit - but only someone with a death-wish would treat her as such. She was ruthless, power-obsessed and fierce, and &lt;i style=""&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; dared come between her and the precious dollar. Much to her chagrin, she was based in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; branch, which meant sharing a workspace with the branch manager, Thomas Jefferson ‘TJ’ Strickland, a fellow Canadian (played by Paul Michael.) And to her utter exasperation, the handsome&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and laid-back TJ was her complete antithesis: he was cool and calm, with a grin a mile wide, and although he was more than competent as a manager, TJ always put staff and customer welfare before money. Karen loathed his jokes, his flippancy and the fact that he never rose to her bait - but when these two argued, you could be mistaken for thinking you were watching David Addison and Maddie Hayes. Karen had a number of set phrases, including “Strickland! Office! Now!” and “You’re not funny, Strickland”, and thought nothing of throwing him out of his own office; but she really saw red when faced with TJ’s sometime girlfriend, Julie (Catherine Russell.) The sexual tension between TJ and his boss was unmistakable, and although Karen informed him that she’d “rather put my hand down a camel’s throat than touch you”, the series bowed out with a kiss under the mistletoe - although, admittedly, there was a degree of reluctance on Karen’s part.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Down on the shop floor the Brits ruled the roost. Among the burger-flippers was Dexter Williams (Vas Blackwood), who would do anything to further his career prospects and become Assistant Manager, and his friend, Vince Powers (Joe Greco), a cockney chancer, with a trick up his sleeve for every hour of the day. They were largely kept in check by the girls: there was the eminently sensible Debbie Wesley (Stephanie Charles), Lily Quang (Ling Tai), a politically-minded, bright girl working to pay for her university course, and Jo Collins (Sue Devaney), a cheeky northerner who could give as much lip - and trouble - as she got. The team was completed by Stanley Rydale (Jonathan Copestake), who was extremely earnest, but also extremely dense, and was usually three hours behind everyone else. When Jo left after the first series, she was replaced by Fiona ‘Freddy’ Reddy (Katy Murphy), a mad Celtic FC fan who dealt out as much Scots doom and superstition as &lt;i style=""&gt;Dad’s Army&lt;/i&gt;’s Private Frazer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The plot-lines were wildly implausible, and seemed to get more surreal as the series progressed, but the often razor-sharp repartee made every episode of &lt;i style=""&gt;Spatz &lt;/i&gt;a great piece of comedy. Over the three years, the staff were the target of local mobsters, lost their restaurant in a bet to the local rivals, Blimpy’s, transformed Spatz into a medieval-style eaterie for American tourists, battled a fire that Karen caused accidentally with a toaster, were hit by radical environmental protesters and hosted a ballroom dancing contest, a wedding reception, and a junior talent competition. And that wasn’t the half of it. The only downside to the show, as with Pressman and Cathro’s other offerings, was the persistent and liberal use of canned laughter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A number of unlikely actors made appearances during the three series of &lt;i style=""&gt;Spatz&lt;/i&gt;, including Gary Lineker (chronic acting, by the way),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nicholas Parsons, and Terry Hall with Lenny the Lion. Some subsequently successful actors also found their way to the big time via this fast-food joint: Danny John-Jules twice played self-confessed superhero, Captain Electric, while holding down jobs on &lt;i style=""&gt;Red Dwarf&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Maid Marian&lt;/i&gt;; Samantha Janus appeared briefly as a love-interest for Vince; David Harewood appeared on and off as Debbie’s bumbling, clueless fiancé, Derek Puley; and Rhys Ifans got his break as a Welsh builder who briefly romanced Freddy. Vas Blackwood, of course, has latterly appeared in such films as &lt;i style=""&gt;Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;(1998) &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i style=""&gt;Mean Machine (2001)&lt;/i&gt;, while Sue Devaney found further success on BBC’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Casualty&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;dinnerladies&lt;/i&gt;, and Jennifer Calvert returned to Canada and a regular gig on the comedy &lt;i style=""&gt;The Chris Isaak Show&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just don’t eat the Ocean Spatz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to David's fantastic Spatz website, the only one on the web, for the borrowed pic of Jennifer Calvert as Karen Hansson - google 'Spatz' to find it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115158926944210280?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115158926944210280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115158926944210280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115158926944210280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115158926944210280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/spatz.html' title='Spatz'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115158832920244217</id><published>2006-06-29T13:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:39:29.530Z</updated><title type='text'>The Sooty Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Sooty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Sooty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE SOOTY SHOW &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC/Granada TV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC/ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1954 - 2001 (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Few television shows - aimed at children or otherwise - can boast the staying-power of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;’s favourite yellow glove puppet, and his assistants. Back in the pioneering days of television, a balding Harry Corbett stood behind a counter in his smart suit, with Sooty on one hand and Sweep on the other, chatting to them and the children at home, and doing basic magic tricks with Sooty. Sooty, for anyone who has somehow missed this televisual phenomenon, was a yellow bear puppet with black ears, who didn’t speak, but whispered into this puppeteer’s ear instead. Despite his silence, you always knew what he was saying, and he came across as both shrewd and cheeky. Then there was Sweep, introduced a few years later - a grey dog puppet with floppy black ears, who squeaked expressively and came across as rash, brash and a bit of a dunce . Sooty, as previously mentioned, was capable of feats of magic, and had his own wand and magic spell, namely, “Izzy, wizzy, let’s get busy!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When Corbett died, the business was taken over by his bearded son, Matthew, who looked after Sooty right up until the mid nineties. &lt;i style=""&gt;Sooty&lt;/i&gt; was by now set in a house, where Corbett lived with Sooty and Sweep, and also Soo, a white panda bear who - horror of horrors! - actually spoke, which made her far more irritating than the others. Soo was a bit of a moralising know-all, who was forever warning Matthew against doing stupid things (they formed the crux of the show, didn’t she realise?) and telling Sooty and Sweep off for various pranks and misdeeds. This unusual family was occasionally visited by Connie, a middle-aged woman who seemed to love this strange household (perhaps she was Matthew’s social worker, checking up on how he was coping), and then permanently joined by a fourth puppet, Scampy. Scampy was Sooty’s little cousin, and was dressed in school uniform to show how young he was, but nobody seemed to notice that the others were actually totally naked. The Matthew Corbett years were a lot more lively, with none of the constrictions his father had, and there was a lot of scope for farce - being soaked by hoses, gunged by the contents of blenders, and splattered with custard pies were all par for the course. And the same formula never really became tired. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In later series, the gang moved and ran a junk shop, which became the primary set, although they also had a van, and would drive around the town. Occasions like this would mean that we would see Sooty and Sweep’s feet for the first time in over forty years, which was almost a cheeky wink at older siblings who might upset their younger brothers and sisters by saying, “Yeah, but they’re just puppets”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sooty is still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and well in cartoon format these days, but can you remember that the original programme once boasted an unlikely early appearance by comedian Rory McGrath, in a diving suit, no less?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.bbc.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115158832920244217?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115158832920244217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115158832920244217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115158832920244217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115158832920244217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/sooty-show.html' title='The Sooty Show'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115150053111229134</id><published>2006-06-28T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:16:20.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Simon and the Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Simon%20and%20the%20witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/320/Simon%20and%20the%20witch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SIMON AND THE WITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1987-88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Based on books by Margaret Stuart Barry, this children’s comedy starred Hugh Pollard as Simon, a boy who befriends Elizabeth Spriggs’ fantastically mischievous witch, who actually didn’t do much harm at all. Simon was friends with spiteful schoolgirl Sally (future Eastenders star, Nicola Stapleton) and Cuthbert (Ilan Ostlove), who was rather feeble and lived with his frightfully posh aunt, Lady Fox-Custard (pronounced ‘Folks-Custaard’), played by Joan Simms. Fox-Custard had her own butler, Hopkins, but between them they were unable to thwart the witch and her pranks - in fact, Simon was the sensible one, and had to keep this mad granny-figure in check. &lt;i style=""&gt;Simon and the Witch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt;! was twenty five minutes of high-quality after-school entertainment, and it also had a great title sequence, where Simon and the witch held up cardboard placards with the cast and crew’s names on them, and it just looked so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Thanks to www.tvacres.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115150053111229134?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115150053111229134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115150053111229134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115150053111229134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115150053111229134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/simon-and-witch.html' title='Simon and the Witch'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115149996820667422</id><published>2006-06-28T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:07:08.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Shoe People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Shoe%20People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/320/Shoe%20People.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHOE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Fairwater Films&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1987&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sh-sh-sh shoooo people, doo be doo be doo be doo…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Justin Hayward theme is about the only thing I do remember about &lt;i style=""&gt;Shoe People&lt;/i&gt;, except that it was a bit like the equally unexciting &lt;i style=""&gt;Munch Bunch&lt;/i&gt;, but used footwear instead of fresh fruit. Basically, it was about a lot of different kinds of shoes, whose type determined their personality. They lived in the back room of the Shoe Repairs Shop, but at night they come to life and the magical Shoe Town appears (someone has been sniffing too much shoe polish, obviously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The star of this cartoon was Trampy, a scruffy boot with a detached sole (don’t look for any deeper meaning in this unintentional pun, please), but there was also PC Boot, Wellington, Charlie the clown shoe, Sergeant Major, Sneaker the burglar, Guilder Van der Clog, Flip Flop, Mr Potter , Sid Slipper, Margot the pink ballet slipper and her baby, Bootee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TVAM was also responsible for the execrable ‘saviour’ of breakfast television, Roland Rat (another creation we can blame Anne Wood for), when they really should have just given us more time with the Green Goddess. Strangely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Shoe People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was very popular in the Soviet Union, and the programme's creator James Driscoll even got to meet Mikhail Gorbachev. They must have been yearning for the Berlin Wall to come down so they could get their hands on even more bourgeois capitalist cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.jedisparadise.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115149996820667422?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115149996820667422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115149996820667422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115149996820667422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115149996820667422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/shoe-people.html' title='Shoe People'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115149913536648954</id><published>2006-06-28T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:52:46.193Z</updated><title type='text'>She-Ra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/She-Ra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/320/She-Ra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHE-RA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Mattel&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Witnessing the unbelievable success of their product spin-off, &lt;i style=""&gt;He-Man&lt;/i&gt;, Mattel launched a new range of toys aimed at girls and a cartoon to accompany it. The series mythology had Angella as Queen of Brightmoon, and her daughter Glimmer, the princess, as the leader of a Great Rebellion. Then along came Adora of Etheria, who was also He-Man’s sister, who had the ability to transform into She-Ra, self-confessed “Princess of Power!”. Move aside Glimmer, here was a real heroine! She-Ra wore a gold head-dress studded with a big red jewel, and she rode into the breach on Swift Wind, a unicorn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With a whole world of marketing possibilities in front of them, the animators created a range of dynamic support characters, mostly with crap names. There was Frosta, who lived in Castle Chill, in the Kingdom of Snows; Peek-a-Blue, who had a set of eyes in her tail (!) which allowed her to see the future; Double-Trouble, a double-agent (her name was a bit of give-away though, wasn’t it?) who literally had two faces; Mermistra, a mermaid who could turn into a human; and Castaspella, a magician from Mystacor; Sweet-Bea, who just dressed like a bee (possibly related to Buzz-Off, from &lt;i style=""&gt;He-Man.&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then, there was Flutterina, a weird owl/koala hybrid with butterfly wings, who She-Ra and pals found in a cocoon and, frankly, should have left there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Naturally, there were some villains to be defeated: there was Catra and her lion called Clawdeen, who had a bright pink perm (the lion, that is); Entrapta, who just sounds untrustworthy; and Hordak, from Horde World. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You probably don’t need to be told that &lt;i style=""&gt;She-Ra&lt;/i&gt; was laughably bad, and that each episode was basically the same, but it achieved what it set out to do - it sold a lot of action figures and accessories (Double-Trouble was the best because you could flip between her two faces in a very amusing way) to lot of little girls who thought &lt;i style=""&gt;He-Man&lt;/i&gt; was too rough and boyish. Actually, I &lt;i style=""&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; prefer He-Man, and used to have a plastic sword which I kept down the back of my jumper in case of an emergency - and I looked better with a blond bobbed haircut as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 1/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115149913536648954?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115149913536648954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115149913536648954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115149913536648954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115149913536648954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-ra.html' title='She-Ra'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115142619121118255</id><published>2006-06-27T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:37:21.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Scooby Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Scooby%20Doo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Scooby%20Doo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SCOOBY DOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Hanna Barbera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1969 onwards&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Scooby dooby doo, where are you?/We need some help from you now…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;William Hanna and Joseph Barbera are undoubted legends of the television world, and have been prolific programme-makers over an amazing five decades. But let’s not get carried away. There have been the good, admittedly (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Flintstones&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Wacky Races&lt;/i&gt;), but there was also the bad (&lt;i style=""&gt;Captain Caveman&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;&amp; the Teen Angels&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Fonz &amp;amp; the Happy Days Gang&lt;/i&gt;), as well as the downright weird (&lt;i style=""&gt;Young Samson &amp; Goliath&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Amazing Chan &amp;amp; the Chan Clan.&lt;/i&gt;) And to be honest, Scooby-Doo wasn’t the sanest of concepts. Scooby-Doo himself was a giant dog of undetermined breed, who half barked, half talked, and who - despite the theme song - was no help at all. He got his name from the song ‘Strangers in the Night’ by Frank Sinatra, which had the filler line, “doo be doo be doo”. Yes, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scooby travelled around in the Mystery Machine, a brightly painted combi-van, with a bunch of ‘kids’ who were intent on solving paranormal crimes, not for money, but seemingly for the good of their health. The gang’s leader was the square-jawed Fred, with his blond helmet-hair and an orange neckerchief - he was very self-righteous and patronising, and was clearly up to no good with the glamorous redhead, Daphne (he was always concocting situations where the gang would have to split up, and he and Daphne would go one way…) The brains of the operation was Velma, the nerdy librarian type, who wore glasses and a cosy polo-neck, and it was she who always got to the bottom of the mystery. Lastly, there was Shaggy, who was intended by the animators to be a hippy, but just looked more like a badly-dressed college drop-out (often the same thing, I suppose); he was a complete coward, and would be sent off with Scooby to check out the darkest alleys and the spookiest attics. Shaggy was voiced by American DJ, Casey Kasem, and had a number of trademark phrases, such as “Zoinks!” and “Scoob, old buddy, old friend, old pal” - and was frankly very annoying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The plot to Scooby Doo (the series had a number of titles, including the original &lt;i style=""&gt;Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;New Scooby-Doo Movies&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Scooby’s All Stars&lt;/i&gt;) was the same every episode: there would be some kind of apparent haunting, but it would always turn out to have a rational explanation, and the culprit would be the &lt;i style=""&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; other person the gang had met. They would unmask a ghost to reveal Old Man Withers, or Mr Johnson from the Museum, who would then shake their fist and complain that they “would have got away with it, if it hadn’t been for those meddling kids.” Quite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then, in 1979, a real monster was born, and its name was Scrappy-Doo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Scooby and Scrappy-Doo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; was the same, tired formula, plus the added annoyance of Scooby’s pugnacious nephew, Scrappy, who, unlike his uncle, could talk and ‘wise-crack’. He got into more fights than Mike Tyson, and would have to be held back from doing something inadvisable every two minutes ( “Puppy Power!” he would cry, before charging into the fray) - if only someone had let him get mashed to a pulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.konsolen.net for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115142619121118255?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115142619121118255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115142619121118255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115142619121118255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115142619121118255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/scooby-doo.html' title='Scooby Doo'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115142592098693881</id><published>2006-06-27T16:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:32:01.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Sesame%20Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Sesame%20Street.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SESAME STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: PBS/The Children's Television Workshop&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: Channel 4&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1969 - present day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Sunny day, chasing the clouds away/Find my way to where the air is sweet/Can you tell me how to get/How to get to Sesame Street?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Like all great long-running children’s TV series, &lt;i style=""&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/i&gt; courted its fair share of controversy, which over thirty years later, seems hard to believe. What could be contentious about a programme which teaches you to share, tolerate others, and correctly identify the letters of the alphabet? &lt;i style=""&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/i&gt; broke the mould because it was set in a slightly run-down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; neighbourhood, a place where real people were supposed to live, a place that they hoped the pre-school viewers would identify with. There were trash-cans lying around, washing was hung out to dry, and the people who lived in the neighbourhood were both multi-cultural and mainly working class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But in other ways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; probably wasn’t typical of American neighbourhoods - the inhabitants, for one, were somewhat ‘colourful’. Everyone knows that &lt;i style=""&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/i&gt; was the forerunner of &lt;i style=""&gt;The Muppet Show&lt;/i&gt;, and it was here that Jim Henson really cut his puppeteering teeth, with some of his most memorable and best-loved creations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Most famous of all has to be Big Bird, the enormous yellow creature who was half canary, half ostrich, and who was intended as the voice of the viewing child, i.e. he was a bit dense, and needed everything spelled out for him in short sentences and with visual aids. His best friend was the woolly-mammoth-like Snuffleupagus, also intellectually-challenged, who was a couple of poor blokes doing a pantomime-horse routine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everyone’s favourite single-sex couple were Bert and Ernie, an Odd Couple for the kindergarten generation. Bert had a head shaped like a banana, and a prominent mono-brow, and he was the tetchy, uptight one; his room-mate Ernie wore a stripy sweater and liked his rubber ducky. He was simple but not stupid, and liked to indulge in the occasional prank on his long-suffering friend. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If Bert and Ernie’s function was to educate about the mechanics of friendships, the Two-Headed Monster surely taught us all we needed to know about co-operation and compromise (and conjoined twins?). The two halves could live harmoniously most of the time, but would often hit a brick wall when they wanted to go and do different things in different directions. Didn’t happen as often as you might expect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of the show’s legends was the fabulous Cookie Monster, a blue, goggle-eyed harmless maniac, obsessed with consuming large quantities of his favourite snack. He didn’t have much to say for himself, except, “Cookie! Cookie!” - unless he was presenting the ingenious Monster-Piece Theater, in the guise of Alastair Cookie-Monster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Grover was a little more articulate; he was blue, and bandy-limbed, and he would talk to children about different issues, which would usually culminate with them all hugging him. Which was odd, as he was pretty annoying. Another somewhat grating character was Telly Monster, red with an orange nose, who was there to let children know that it was okay to be anxious about life - except that in Telly’s case, it was a real debilitating condition, seeing as he was wary of almost every commonplace object or occurrence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of the street’s residents was the perennially bad-tempered Oscar the Grouch. He lived in a trash-can, from which he emerged to berate people or tell them to leave him alone. Oscar was not in touch with his sensitive side. Eventually, he was joined by Maria, his female equivalent; they were obviously crazy about each other, but would never admit it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lest we forget, there was also Count von Count, a Dracula-alike, who was obsessed with counting everything in his sight. His counting was always punctuated with cackling laughter and the crash of thunder and lightning, but rarely did he celebrate by exsanguinating the kids in the studio. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Adding to the mayhem was slick game-show host, Guy Smiley; the cutesy and wildly popular midget-monster Elmo; piano-playing swot, Prairie Dawn; Gladys the Cow; The Amazing Mumford; and of course, Kermit the Frog, who began his career as a &lt;i style=""&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/i&gt; journalist, reporting on such ground-breaking events as Rapunzel letting down her hair, and Humpty Dumpty falling off the wall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Muppet population was counter-balanced by a selection of human neighbours, all honest, well-meaning folk, and no muggers, gang-bangers or any other unsavoury characters you might be likely to meet in downstate New York. There was fatherly Bob (Bob McGrath), Linda (Linda Bove), who was deaf and gave us the chance to learn American Sign Language (useless to Brits, obviously), David (Northern Calloway), Carlo (Carlo Alban), Susan (Loretta Long), and Gordon (Matt Robinson, then Hall Miller, and finally Roscoe Orman.) But I think everyone remembers the Hispanic sweethearts, Luis and Maria (Emilio Delgado and Sonia Manzano), who ran a repair shop, taught us all some valuable Spanish, and then had a baby - cue lots of potentially difficult questions about the facts of life from all the street’s monsters. Finally, there was old Mr Hooper who ran the news-stand; and when actor Will Lee snuffed it unexpectedly, the programme used this opportunity to teach Elmo about the grief of losing a loved one. Like &lt;i style=""&gt;The Muppet Show&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/i&gt; also had its fair share of celebrity guests dropping in, including Hilary Rodham Clinton, Little Richard, and pretty much everyone in between. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In between studio sequences, there were loads of educational-slash-fun segments. There were a number of psychedelic animations to make counting and the alphabet palatable, the most celebrated of which must be that weird pinball sequence, which was on virtually every show, with the funked-up tune: “Onetwothreefourfive, sixseveneightnineten, eleventwelveeeee…” There was also one about a woman who carried a fruit basket around on her head, and a rabbit superhero, who zoomed in, crooning, “It is I, Captain Vegetable, with my carrot and my celery!”, which still didn’t make me order salads.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The part which everyone used as a toilet break was the five minute slot where we’d see what life was like for children in different parts of America/the world. Cue children skating to school in the Yukon, working in a Nike factory in India, or living in a high-rise apartment in New York. They were a bit dull, to be honest, especially if you lived in suburban Britain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We were also frequently invited to observe that “One of these kids is doing his own thing…” or “One of these things is not like the others”, and take a wild stab at which one was the odd one out. In my opinion this was a wasted opportunity - they never had three kids skating into old ladies and one smoking a cigarette.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The songs, though, were the stuff of genius. Some of them had dubious educational value (anything sung by Ernie about his rubber ducky, or Cookie Monster’s ‘Me Lost Me Cookie at the Disco’), but then there was the inspired ‘Letter B’ to the tune of The Beatles’ ‘Let it Be’, and ‘Born to Add’ in place of Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Born to Run.’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There have been over 3000 episodes of &lt;i style=""&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/i&gt;, and special mention should be made of the tireless vocal artists, including Jerry Nelson, Frank Oz&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Bert, Cookie, Grover, Harvey Kneeslapper, among others), and, of course, the late Jim Henson, who gave life to Ernie, Guy Smiley and Kermit. This review was brought to you today by the letters G, R and by the number 8, but is not - much as I would like it to be - a production of the Children’s Television Workshop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SQUARE EYES RATING:10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to wikipedia for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115142592098693881?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115142592098693881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115142592098693881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115142592098693881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115142592098693881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/sesame-street.html' title='Sesame Street'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115142510099371520</id><published>2006-06-27T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:21:25.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Saved by the Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Savedbythebell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Savedbythebell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SAVED BY THE BELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: NBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: Channel 4&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1988-2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"When I wake up the morning, the alarm gives out a warning/And I know I’ll never make it on time/By the time I grab my books and give myself a look/I’m at the corner just in time to see the bus drive by/It’s all right, cos I’m saved by the bell/…When the teacher pops a test, I know I’m in a mess/And my dog ate all my homework last night/Riding low in my chair, she won’t know that I’m there/If I can hand it in tomorrow, it’ll be all right/It’s all right, cos I’m saved by the bell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sweet mother of God, how did &lt;i style=""&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/i&gt; make it in here? Well, unfortunately, it started early enough to constitute a mention, and somehow lasted for over a decade. But did you know that the programme was originally a Disney comedy called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Morning, Miss Bliss&lt;/span&gt;, which starred Hayley Mills as a teacher at John F Kennedy High School? When the series was dropped after one season NBC picked it up, changed the name, sacked Hayley Mills and hung on to a few of the kids. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, this teenage comedy series in its best-known incarnation was set at the fictional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Bayside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;High   School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; on the American west coast, a squeaky clean place with no guns, drugs or violence. There was no graffiti on the lockers, no security guards on the front doors, and no smoking dope in the long-jump pit. The hero was the street-wise joker Zack Morris (Mark-Paul Gosselaar), with highlighted blond hair; he was, presumably sarcastically, nicknamed Preppy by his buddies, who included Slater and Screech. Albert Clifford ‘AC’ Slater (Mario Lopez) was an army brat and the school wrestling champion; with his long, curly hair and tiny vests, which showed off his unnaturally (for a 15 year old) built-up chest, he looked like a porn star in the making. The third amigo was Samuel ‘Screech’ Powers (Dustin Diamond), a curly-haired first-degree geek, who didn’t have a clue about anything, but existed primarily so he could fail and make even Zack look proficient at school. There were a gang of girls, the objects of the boys’ affections, including Zack’s on-off girlfriend, Kelly Kapowski (Tiffani-Amber Thiessen), the red-headed cheer-leading captain. She was friends with Lisa Marie Turtle (Lark Voorhies - what a name!), an ultra-rich black princess, and lanky good-girl, Jessie Spano (Elizabeth Berkley.) Rather ironically, Jessie was a radical feminist, or at least fancied herself as such, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Berkley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; would go on to star in the Paul Verhoeven sleaze-fest, &lt;i style=""&gt;Showgirls&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, the gang were constantly riling the Bayside principal, the incompetent and moronic Richard Belding (Dennis Haskins), and getting into all kinds of scrapes which always ended neatly, with a suitable moral or ‘hilarious’ set-piece, inevitably involving Screech. One of the most irritating things about &lt;i style=""&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/i&gt; was the live studio audience, who were obviously responding to idiot-boards, which directed them to gasp if any character did something morally ambiguous, and “woooo!” if one of the boys, usually Zack, got a bit of ‘action’. We might have been yelling for them to stop the torture, or at least willing the kids to graduate as soon as possible, but there was to be no natural end to &lt;i style=""&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/i&gt;. As the kids moved on to college, so did the series&lt;i style=""&gt;. Saved by the Bell: The College Years&lt;/i&gt;, joined Zack, Slater, Screech and Kelly at the laid-back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; university they all attended where the story-lines were just upgraded slightly to accommodate the change of scene. One amusing thing was that Mark-Paul Gosselaar had obviously decided to try and rival Mario Lopez in the muscles stakes, but his attempts at body-building just made him look fat - so the programme makers took away his gym membership. The end of Zack’s story came when he married Kelly in a Las Vegas special - but we all knew it wouldn’t last, considering he was still the same work-shy he was in his freshman year at high school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dustin Diamond took his parents to court, claiming that they stole from his earnings while he was a minor, which is perhaps why he felt it necessary to appear in &lt;i style=""&gt;Saved by the Bell: The New Class&lt;/i&gt;. Oh yes, back we went to Bayside High, where Principal Belding had hired Screech as his administrative assistant, and was contending with a new set of polished, teenage irritants. To ensure minimal effort on the writers’ part, the story-lines were diligently recycled, and the new kids were personality clones of Zack and his friends, representing the very worst that American TV has to offer us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to wikipedia for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115142510099371520?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115142510099371520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115142510099371520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115142510099371520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115142510099371520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/saved-by-bell.html' title='Saved by the Bell'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115107166261610725</id><published>2006-06-23T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:08:06.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Superstore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Superstore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Superstore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SATURDAY SUPERSTORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1982-87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This giant of Saturday morning TV had a presenting team who felt like an extended family. Bespectacled Radio 1 DJ Mike Read was like the uncle who knew lots about pop music; John Craven, with his knitted jumpers and sensible haircut, was a bit like your dad on a good day; Sarah Greene was a sexy aunty and Keith Chegwin…well…he was the older brother who was fun for half an hour, but who you then wished would bugger off back to his modern apprenticeship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Saturday Superstore&lt;/i&gt; was a blueprint for its successor, &lt;i style=""&gt;Going Live!&lt;/i&gt; - it had a casual, relaxed atmosphere, but at the same time it had a format, and you felt like the presenters were on top of it all, despite the appearance of chaos, sometimes. Hey, even John Craven got to loosen up a bit. There were a multitude of celebrity guests, including the biggest coup of them all - a question and answer session with Margaret Thatcher (who, Chegwin famously later remarked, had hairy legs.) One of the best-remembered features of the show was ‘Search for a Superstar’, which encouraged viewers to write in and nominate themselves, or others, as great singers/dancers/comedians/magicians etc., and then they would appear on the show and would be put to a vote. I can clearly remember a bunch of kids performing ‘Sit Down, You’re Rocking the Boat’ from &lt;i style=""&gt;Guys and Dolls&lt;/i&gt;, complete with a rowing boat on the studio floor, in case you were in any doubt. People may also recall a quartet of teachers singing ‘The Laughing Policeman’, while dressed in full uniform, and with a flashing blue light on top of the piano - well, they were from my future middle school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Marden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and I was still suffering Mr Chapple, Mr Nicholson and Mr Phillips’ rendition of it five years or so later. The emerging winners of the competition might stir a few nasty memories too: they were Claire and Friends, with a sickly song called ‘It’s ‘Orrible Being in Love When You’re Eight and a Half’ (which reached number 13 in 1986.) Gap-toothed Claire was actually nine when the record charted, but I remember the so-called video, where she hung around an older boy while he played conkers, and warbled to him, “I’ve got your picture on my wall/ Got your name upon my scarf”. Excuse me while I undergo hypnosis to remove those lyrics from my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.bbc.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115107166261610725?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115107166261610725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115107166261610725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115107166261610725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115107166261610725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/saturday-superstore.html' title='Saturday Superstore'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115107132209256421</id><published>2006-06-23T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:02:02.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Rolf's Cartoon Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Rolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Rolf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ROLF'S CARTOON CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1987-1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Australian entertainer, Rolf Harris, had already acted as a link between Warner Bros cartoons for &lt;i style=""&gt;Rolf Harris’ Cartoon Time&lt;/i&gt;, but eventually he got a permanent slot on ITV. His &lt;i style=""&gt;Cartoon Club &lt;/i&gt;was set in what resembled a jazzed-up art classroom, where Rolf would dazzle you with his etchings and teach you about animation, while surrounded by furiously industrious children with sketch pads. He would circulate among them, giving them tips and encouragement - although, surely, he wanted to be frank about some of the more lacklustre efforts. Children at home could also send him pictures to put on display, and he would mark them on his unique map of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, which he’d drawn to look like himself and a koala (I was, and still am, quite in awe of the ingenuity and creativity of that map.) Kids at home could also join the Cartoon Club and receive the obligatory newsletter, badges and a poster. The main events were, of course, the cartoons themselves, which were usually Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, Sylvester and Tweety-Pie, or Roadrunner, and Rolf would draw something to give you a clue as to what was coming up. At the end of the show, he would say, “See you on &lt;i style=""&gt;Rolf’s Cartoon Club&lt;/i&gt; next week”, which was accompanied by a really irritating hand-jive, or perhaps, in retrospect, it was sign language, which I suppose is permissible, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to www.hhg.org.uk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115107132209256421?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115107132209256421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115107132209256421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115107132209256421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115107132209256421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/rolfs-cartoon-club.html' title='Rolf&apos;s Cartoon Club'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115107063155993163</id><published>2006-06-23T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T13:52:01.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Record Breakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Record%20Breakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Record%20Breakers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RECORD BREAKERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1972-2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“If you’re the wildest, the mildest, the cleverest child/The strongest, the longest, you’ve never been wrong/The latest, the greatest, then you can say/That you’re a record breaker!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Roy Castle &lt;i style=""&gt;was Record Breakers&lt;/i&gt;, and after his death in September 1993 from lung cancer, it was never the same. A born-entertainer, Castle was upbeat, enthusiastic and clearly passionate about the excellent programme he presented for over 20 years. &lt;i style=""&gt;Record Breakers&lt;/i&gt; set out to show children the extremes of human achievement; it travelled around the world to interview people who can only be described as obsessives or lunatics (often Ashrita Furman, who did all kinds of pointless things, like pogo-sticking up the CN Tower, and running backwards while juggling), and also presented over 300 record attempts in the studio itself, usually something like plate-spinning, bubble-blowing or brick-lifting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was assisted by Ross and Norris McWhirter, the twin founders of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guinness Book of Records&lt;/span&gt;, who were utter fact-fiends and could recall to memory anything from the book when needed. Ross McWhirter was tragically killed by the Provisional IRA in the early '80s, but Norris continued alone, appearing for ‘Norris on the Spot’, where he would answer (clearly pre-rehearsed) questions from children in the audience. Roy Castle was certainly no stranger to records himself: at various times, he was part of the largest tap-dancing troupe at BBC Television Centre, became the biggest one-man band, performed the fastest tap dance (an amazing 24 beats per second), wing-walked across the English Channel, appeared atop a 39-man motorbike pyramid, and took part in a 400ft death slide from the top of Blackpool Tower. That deserves some respect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the late eighties, Castle was joined by ex-Bucks Fizz singer, Cheryl Baker, and also received reports from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by Ron Reagan Jr (who, after Castle’s death, became a permanent presenter.) Other presenters of the later era include Mark Curry, and former British athletes Kriss Akabusi and Linford Christie - but when it became &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Linford’s Record Breakers&lt;/i&gt;, it was time to switch off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.tv.cream.org for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115107063155993163?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115107063155993163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115107063155993163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115107063155993163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115107063155993163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/record-breakers.html' title='Record Breakers'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115107022506197353</id><published>2006-06-23T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T13:44:11.413Z</updated><title type='text'>The Really Wild Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Really%20Wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Really%20Wild.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE REALLY WILD SHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1985 -present day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When Johnny Morris hung up his zoo-keeper’s uniform, it was time for a new generation of animal-lovers to teach us about the eating habits of the Emperor penguin, and the hunting techniques of the black panther. &lt;i style=""&gt;The Really Wild Show&lt;/i&gt; was presented by the balding and ebullient Terry Nutkins (allegedly missing part of a thumb due to an encounter with an otter), Nicola Davies and Chris Packham, who, in the early years, had a ludicrous bleached-blond Mohican haircut. I thought Packham was rather dishy, despite his mild speech impediment, which meant he came out with sentences like, “Look at how the piwana attacks its pwey.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were reports by the presenters from different parts of the world (or Chester Zoo), showing you weird and exotic creatures, and they also brought dubious things like snakes and tiger cubs into the studio for the children to pet, and to ask questions about. There were also fact slots with wacky facts about various creatures you’d never heard of, and an opportunity to put the ‘experts’ on the spot about their specialist species. Later on, this developed into a quiz, where the presenters were positioned at the top of a slide which led to a vat of BBC gunge, and if they failed to answer the questions correctly, they were submerged. Actually, this tended to happen even when they were right. Michaela Strachan (formerly of the &lt;i style=""&gt;Wide-Awake Club&lt;/i&gt;) joined Terry and Chris in the early nineties, and enjoyed flirtatious banter with a now sensible-haired Packham, before he and Nutkins left and there was no longer any reason to watch. The major accomplishment of &lt;i style=""&gt;The Really Wild Show&lt;/i&gt; has to be that it made natural history and environmental issues interesting for those without Friends of the Earth membership or a season ticket to London Zoo - it was watchable, fast-paced, and you felt that you weren’t being short-changed because the presenters really &lt;i style=""&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; know what they were talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.worldofowls.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115107022506197353?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115107022506197353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115107022506197353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115107022506197353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115107022506197353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/really-wild-show.html' title='The Really Wild Show'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115106917935286718</id><published>2006-06-23T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T13:27:00.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Brite and the Color Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Rainbow%20Brite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Rainbow%20Brite.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RAINBOW BRITE AND THE COLOR KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: DiC Entertainment/Starry Night Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: early-mid 80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you are the kind of person who is easily nauseated, it is advisable that you skip this and move straight on to &lt;i style=""&gt;The Really Wild Show&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;Rainbow Brite&lt;/i&gt; was a cross between &lt;i style=""&gt;The Care Bears&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;The Flower Fairies&lt;/i&gt;, and it was execrably and unequivocally awful. Also, in a worrying trend among American cartoons, it was based on a series of Hallmark greetings cards. The story was that a girl called Wisp stumbles across a place called Rainbowland, and decides she wants to save it from The Dark One, who has turned it into a dark, gloomy, colourless place. She is given the task of finding the Color Belt and the Sphere of Light, and while on her crusade she befriends a sprite called Twink, and a pony called Starlite, who she rescues from imprisonment in ice. Wisp also finds a baby, who, as luck would have it, turns out to be the sought after Sphere of Light. With me so far? Anyway, she somehow hears the pleas of the Color Kids, who have been banished to the far reaches of the world, and sets out to rescue them. Once they are released, she squares up to the Dark One. Her mission complete, the Color Kids give her the name Rainbow Brite - they each represent a colour of the rainbow, and are responsible for allocating everything in the world the right colours, while she wears multi-colours and has supreme rule over them all. She also had some sickening pets called Puppy Brite and Kitty Brite. Ho hum. The kids were: self-styled romeo, Red Butler; Lala Orange, who fancies Red; basin-haired Canary Yellow; Patty O’Green, whose pants were visible under her dress; macho jock, Buddy Blue; pretentious and artistic Indigo; and introverted Shy Violet, who looked like someone’s granny. Each of the kids had their own fuzzy sprite too, who they got to do all the dirty-work, mining the Color Crystals in the Color Caves; their names were Romeo, OJ, Spark, Lucky, Camp, Hammy and IQ. Rainbow Brite’s sprite, Twink, was white because he was once thrown into the Pits (should have felt at home there, considering the general standard of the cartoon), and had all the colour drained from him. Ha ha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Unfortunately, it doesn’t end there. The resident bad guy was Murky Dismal, a squat, grey little man with a temper; and his sidekick was Lurky Dismal, a brown, furry thing with a big nose and red trainers, who was extremely dim and gullible. Mrs Dismal, Murky’s matronly, handbag-toting mother, also appeared from time to time. The Dismals all worked for the Evil Princess, who wore black spandex and had a shock of hair like Bonnie Tyler’s, only pillar-box red; she loved jewels, and her purpose was to gain control of the planet Spectra, which was covered in diamonds. Her domain was guarded by Count Blogg, a corpulent, green-hued man with an outlandishly-shaped white beard and an orange robe. Somewhere in this corrupt hierarchy was Sergeant Zombo, the knight who ran the prison planet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I can see the end in sight. Among the marginal characters who cropped up now and again were Stormy, a stroppy girl who controlled the storms with her horse Skydancer, and would help out the Color Kids; Moonglo, a girl who brightens the night sky, and owns a Nite Sprite; Tinkled Pink, who just seemed to love pink; Krys, a sexist space-cowboy type, who loves himself, and rides an electric horse called On-X; Orin, a sprite from Spectra, who united Krys and the Color Kids; Wajah, a seemingly German-speaking grey alien whose species gain their energy from colour, and who crash-landed in Rainbowland; and Plock, an entrepreneur who initially wanted the Color Caves, but then gave them up for a good cause. Someone pass me a paper bag. Finally, there was Brian, a boy from earth who accidentally ended up in Rainbowland when he walked through a rainbow; Rainbow Brite then gave him a key, so he could return whenever he wanted. I know what I would have done with it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.lilbb3.tripod.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115106917935286718?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115106917935286718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115106917935286718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115106917935286718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115106917935286718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/rainbow-brite-and-color-kids.html' title='Rainbow Brite and the Color Kids'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115099310551772165</id><published>2006-06-22T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:19:00.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Rainbow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RAINBOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Thames TV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1971-92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Up above the streets and houses, rainbow climbing high/Everyone can see it smiling all over the sky/Paint the whole world with a rainbow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is one of the longest-running children’s television shows of all time, and it was originally an attempt to emulate the spectacular success of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sesame   Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; across the pond. Geoffrey Hayes was the presenter who endured more than any man should have to, and he supposedly lived in a house with a bear, a hippopotamus and…well…a Zippy. Bungle was the unfeasibly camp bear (or man-in-a-bear-costume), who liked wearing tutus and prancing around like the drama queen that he was. George the puppet hippo was also lacking in obvious testosterone, and with his pink skin and long, curly eyelashes, he prompted many accusations that he was actually a girl. Then there was Zippy, a yellow loudmouth puppet who, with his zip mouth, looked like some kind of S&amp;M nightmare. Zippy was an incessant talker, which made his zip very handy - he was also known to fart in the bed that he shared, perfectly innocently, with George and Bungle. Delightful. Ray Skelton provided the voices for both George and Zippy, the latter of whom he based on an amalgamation of Margaret Thatcher and Ian Paisley, and he -incredibly - used to do them simultaneously, which often meant arguing with, and interrupting, himself. Enough to make you schizophrenic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rainbow also had an infamous musical troupe, called Rod, Jane and Freddy, who were the worst kind of children’s entertainers. When they begun in the early seventies, they were all long-haired and strummed guitars, and looked like they were on &lt;i style=""&gt;The Old Grey Whistle Test&lt;/i&gt;, but when the eighties hit, they hit hard. The line-up changed over the years (&lt;i style=""&gt;Sooty&lt;/i&gt;’s Matthew Corbett was one of a number of Freddies), but settled eventually with Rod Burton, Jane Tucker and Freddy Marks, who looked as though he had a few burgers before each show. They dressed in dungarees, sung inane songs, and frolicked around in a manner unacceptable even for someone thirty years their junior. They were an embarrassment to watch, even for three year olds. Actually, I always found the whole thing rather juvenile, and felt faintly sorry for Geoffrey, putting up with a trio of ridiculous dummies…not to mention George, Zippy and Bungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115099310551772165?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115099310551772165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115099310551772165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115099310551772165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115099310551772165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115099262025021142</id><published>2006-06-22T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:11:42.773Z</updated><title type='text'>The Raggy Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Raggy%20Dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Raggy%20Dolls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE RAGGY DOLLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: HTV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1988 onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Raggy Dolls, Raggy Dolls, dolls like you and me/Raggy Dolls, Raggy Dolls, made imperfectly/So if you’re not at ease with your nobbly knees/And your fingers are all thumbs/Then stand on your two left feet/And join our Raggy Doll chums."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suffering the same fate as &lt;i style=""&gt;Superted&lt;/i&gt;, the Raggy Dolls were what are politely known as factory seconds - in short, someone or something screwed up when they were being made. As a result, they resided in a factory crate (which they returned to in the closing titles) in Mr Grimes’ factory, and clamber out when no-one was watching, in order to participate in daring exploits in the big, wide world. In this idealistic cartoon, narrated by Neil Innes, there were a number of misfit playthings, who were all slightly flawed, but each had skills valuable to the group as a whole, and were therefore loved and valued. You can see what they were getting at here. Anyway, there was Back-to-Front, whose head and feet pointed in the opposite direction to the rest of his body; Claude, whose only fault seemed to be that he was French (understandable, from a British point of view); the dizzy Dotty; Hi-Fi, who wore a massive Walkman and a white vest, in the manner of most eighties roller-skaters; Lucy, the sensible member of the gang; Princess, who was intended to be stunningly beautiful, but ended up looking more like a pre-ball Cinderella; and finally, Sadsack, the melancholy big fella, who looked like a sack of potatoes. &lt;i style=""&gt;The Raggy Dolls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;were like a British version of &lt;i style=""&gt;The Get-Along Gang&lt;/i&gt;, minus about eight tons of saccharine and four kilos of cuteness, which made it bearable after-school fodder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to markmasonanimation.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115099262025021142?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115099262025021142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115099262025021142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115099262025021142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115099262025021142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/raggy-dolls.html' title='The Raggy Dolls'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115047349607623810</id><published>2006-06-16T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:58:16.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Ragdolly Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Ragdolly%20Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Ragdolly%20Anna.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RAGDOLLY ANNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Ragdoll&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: mid 80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Theme tune: “Ragdolly Anna, fine and brown, standing up and sitting down/Ragdolly Anna, fine and fat, with a bunch of paper roses in her big straw hat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This was Anne ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;Teletubbies&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Rosie and Jim&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Pob&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Brum&lt;/i&gt;’ Wood’s first project, inspired by the mundane fact that she’d bought her daughter a ragdoll, and it was also based on books by Jean Kenward. The Little Dressmaker (played by Pat Coombs) was lonely; she lived with a white cat and a tailor’s dummy, inventively called Dummy, perhaps the least captivating character to ever appear on TV. But instead of making the courageous move of opening her front door and interacting with other human beings (these were the days before Internet chat-rooms, you understand), the Little Dressmaker took out her box of material off-cuts and made herself a ragdoll. Ragdolly Anna was the sickeningly sweet result, and there followed a number of mind-boggling dull gambols, the sort of thing that your granny thought you should be watching. Hopefully, the Little Dressmaker got bored of her creation and decided Ragdolly Anna would make a better pincushion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 1/10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115047349607623810?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115047349607623810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115047349607623810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115047349607623810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115047349607623810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/ragdolly-anna.html' title='Ragdolly Anna'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115047232526809781</id><published>2006-06-16T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:50:37.546Z</updated><title type='text'>The Raccoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Raccoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Raccoons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;THE RACCOONS&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Nelvana Animation&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown:1985-1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"When darkness falls, leaving shadows in the night/Don't be afraid, wipe that fear from your eyes/The desperate love keeps on driving you wrong/Don't be afraid, you're not alone/You can run with us, we've got everything you need/Run with us, we are free/ Co-co-co-come with us/I see passion in your eyes/Run with us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Considering this cartoon was usually on pre-&lt;i style=""&gt;Wide Awake Club&lt;/i&gt;, when only very restless children were out of bed, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Raccoons&lt;/i&gt; was actually not a bad way of passing the time while eating your Shreddies. Sometimes it veered into the sickly sentimental, but there were enough laughs and sufficient story-lines to hold the interest until Tommy Boyd came on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cyril Sneer was some kind of pink anteater, and he was also an industry tycoon who lived in a mansion in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Evergreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; - like all good magnates, he was a slave to the green folding stuff. But life would have been easy “if it wasn’t for…The Racoons!” - so who were the pesky varmints? Bert Racoon was the chief protagonist; he was pretty stupid, but had a heart of gold of course, and would do anything to help his friends. His best buddy was, perversely, the wimpish Cederic Sneer, the son of Bert’s great nemesis, who was a perennial disappointment to his father (he had a conscience, for a start.) Bert was a lodger in the house of boring, wholesome married couple, Ralph and Melissa Racoon, who ran a moralising newspaper, The Evergreen Standard, trying to preserve the forest they all lived in. Despite the fact that they were obviously destroying a forest somewhere by their publication of a newspaper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But they weren’t all racoons, as a matter of fact - there was also gigantic, shaggy dog called Schaeffer, who had a miniature clone of himself in the form of his son, Broo. Somewhere in there, there was Lisa Racoon, Sophie, and Bentley as well. None of them were particularly big or threatening, so you’d have thought that Cyril Sneer would have had no problem with getting hold of some loggers, and selling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Evergreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; down the river. But for some reason, he shot himself in the foot time and again, by employing three little pigs in matching outfits, who were the most incompetent bunglers imaginable - but presumably came cheap. Sneer was always trying to impress a millionaire alligator who drove around in a limo, and was lacking in a sense of humour - but to no avail. If he’d had any sense, he’d have bought a pack of hunting dogs - they’d have made short work of those racoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;(Thanks to www.toontalents.com for the borrowed pic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115047232526809781?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115047232526809781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115047232526809781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115047232526809781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115047232526809781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/raccoons.html' title='The Raccoons'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115047157269783493</id><published>2006-06-16T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:26:12.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Professor Lobster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Prof%20Lobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Prof%20Lobster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PROFESSOR LOBSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown by: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1987-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “There’s a wise old man from the bottom of the sea/He’s come to help both you and me/Professor Lobster!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, this is a &lt;i style=""&gt;strange&lt;/i&gt; one. The professor in question was actually Professor Ken Martin, of the Royal Institute of British Architects, and every show he would drive into the stark studio in a red Mini with pincers on the front. The Professor taught the kids in the studio all about the building trade, how to mix cement correctly, and all kinds of scientific stuff - but why was it necessary that he was from under the sea? Okay, they thought, an architect might not make for an obvious kids’ presenter, but if we put him in ridiculous dungarees, and give him a hand signal a bit like Mork from Ork, then we’ll bring him down to the kids’ level. Genius. But they forgot one thing - that still doesn’t make the building trade at all interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.tapirback.com for the lobster pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115047157269783493?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115047157269783493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115047157269783493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115047157269783493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115047157269783493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/professor-lobster.html' title='Professor Lobster'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-115047099367541820</id><published>2006-06-16T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:19:23.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Postman Pat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Postman%20Pat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Postman%20Pat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;POSTMAN PAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Woodlands Animation&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown by: 1982 onwards (original series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; “Postman Pat, Postman Pat, Postman Pat and his black and white cat/Early in the morning, just as day is dawning/He picks up all the post-bags in his van…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A giant of the public sector workforce, Postman Pat began life as a series of books by John Cunliffe, which were adapted for the television by Ivor Wood, and few could have predicted what an household name and international celebrity he would quickly become.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The famous theme was sung by Ken Barrie, who also provided the voices, and Pat would pave the way for other local heroes - and busybodies - like &lt;i style=""&gt;Fireman&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Sam&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Bob the Builder&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Postman Pat was the sole postal employee for the sleepy village of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Greendale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, located somewhere like the Yorkshire Dales. It was just as well everyone knew and liked him, because he was often side-tracked from his work, and the mail wasn’t always delivered on time or, in fact, at all. He lived at Forge Cottage with his wife, Sarah, their six year old son, Julian and, of course, Jess the cat. Jess would accompany Pat on his rounds in the chunky red van, registration PAT 1 (Royal Mail could have saved a lot of money if they hadn’t allowed low-grade employees to have personalised registration plates.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First stop was always the post office, run in a pragmatic way by postmistress, Mrs Goggins, where he would collect all the mail to be delivered. The furthest port of call was Intake Farm, home of George Lancaster, a chicken farmer who dressed like a vagrant. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Greendale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; needed a village idiot, George was your man - he was kind of an outsider because he lived way up on the moors (no wonder Pat never lingered long there) and he was known to pay his bills in eggs from his prize laying hens. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Back in the relative safety of the village, there was Mrs Julia Pottage, and her 6 year old twins, Katy and Tom. Although she was a farmer’s wife, there didn’t appear to be a Mr Pottage any more, although she did employ a shepherd, the ginger-bearded Peter Fogg. Far be it for me to imply anything...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Postman Pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was ahead of its time with its trend portraying in single-parents. There was Mr Pringle, the lone schoolmaster, who had sole charge of his nine year old boy, Charlie - he might have got on well with Dr Sylvia Gilbertson, who lived with her precocious daughter, Sara. Sara was best friends with Lucy Selby, who lived across the road with her dad, PC Selby. Now, being a single man himself, perhaps PC Selby would have appreciated a bit of female company from Miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Hubbard…or maybe not. Miss Hubbard was a dyed-in-the-wool spinster, who cycled to choir practice every day, and liked organising village activities - in short, she was too daunting a prospect for any man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One happy family in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Greendale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was the Thompsons, who had a farm at Thompson Ground. Alf Thompson, a hardy, moustachioed man, had really fallen on his feet with his attractive wife, Dorothy, and the two of them had a son, 11 year old Bill. Bill, who always wore a yellow mac and had unkempt black hair, was the oldest pupil at Greendale School, and was therefore responsible for collecting the mail from Pat when he passed by the school. He also lent Pat his ice-skates with the intention of making winter deliveries easier - of course, it had no such effect, but they made a whole episode out of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not everyone in Greendale was in the farming industry, as someone had to survive the BSE crisis. Ted Glen was the local handyman (“Leave it to me, leave it to me/I’ll try to fix it up for you as quickly as can be” was his musical promise), and he could turn his hand to any DIY conundrum. It was he who fixed the rusted village well when there was a drought, but why he didn’t do it earlier is anyone’s guess. Sam Waldron was the only character who didn’t actually live in Greendale; he owned a mobile grocer’s shop, and was a bit of spiv in the mould of &lt;i style=""&gt;Dad’s&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Army&lt;/i&gt;’s Private Walker. The Reverand Timms was the kindly, white-haired vicar of the village church, and he had a trite observation for any occasion (“Seek and ye shall find” he helpfully advised Pat, when looking for Katy Pottage’s lost doll.) But he did help Pat on one occasion, when he and Miss Hubbard rang the church bells to guide a lost Pat through the thick fog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Like most rural communities, there was an ageing population, and Greendale had its fair share of fossils. Granny Dryden was deaf as a post, and never had any batteries in her hearing-aid - she was also adept at knitting itchy vests for the people of the village. Meanwhile, the retired Major Forbes was living at Garner Hall; a model pensioner, Forbes enjoyed cooking, collecting antiques, and rearing a heard of prize milking cows. But he’d probably still take out a shotgun if you wandered on to his land. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Only thirteen episodes of Postman Pat were made initially, but in an almost unique move, another thirteen original shows were made at the end of the nineties. Pat was sent careening into the modern age, which could be observed by a magazine in Mrs Goggins’ post office, which appeared to have Mulder and Scully on the front of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But did you know that Pat’s surname is Clifton? Eh? Not many people have access to that kind of privileged information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.bbc.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-115047099367541820?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/115047099367541820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=115047099367541820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115047099367541820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/115047099367541820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/postman-pat.html' title='Postman Pat'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114986583019534213</id><published>2006-06-09T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:11:12.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Portland Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Portland%20Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Portland%20Bill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PORTLAND BILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Filmfair&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1983, plus repeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Oh come with me to the rolling sea/While the weather’s calm and still/And we’ll have some fun and laughter/With the adventures of Portland Bill.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Switch on the radio early in the morning, and somewhere between the weather and the latest on the FTSE 100, there is the shipping forecast, a seemingly random list of names things that are apparently ‘rising slowly’ or ‘moderate’. Someone obviously liked these arcane names so much that they decided to build up an entire scenario for a children’s story around them. Portland Bill was the head lighthouse keeper at Guillemot Rock, and was assisted in his work by Ross and Cromarty, in their cable-knit jumpers and yellow slickers. For much of the time they were stranded together on the island, but used to go to the nearest mainland village, Mcguillycuddy, for provisions, in Bill’s boat, The Puffin. Provisions could be acquired from Edward Stone’s Emporium, run by Eddie Stone, who was also the village postman, policeman, and any other public figure the place was lacking. Other characters included Finisterre, a crofter on the mainland, Fastnet the fisherman, Grandma Tyree and Mrs Lundy, not to mention Inspector Ronaldsway, the lighthouse inspector, who had a boat called Kipper and could always be appeased/bribed with tea and scones. So as not to miss a fantastic opportunity, there was also a dog called Dogger, who belonged to Bill. There is not much further to say about Bill, except that his catchphrase was “By King Neptune!”, and he enjoyed playing the bagpipes at some considerable volume - probably why he confined to an island with only a cheeky youth (Ross), a 60s enthusiast (Cromarty) and a mutt for company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.criterionpic.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114986583019534213?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114986583019534213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114986583019534213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114986583019534213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114986583019534213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/portland-bill.html' title='Portland Bill'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114986485123767904</id><published>2006-06-09T14:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:58:04.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Pole Position</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Pole%20Position.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Pole%20Position.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;POLE POSITION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1982-86 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apparently based on an Atari motor-racing game,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Pole Position &lt;/i&gt;boasted one of the essential components of any eighties cartoon - a guitar-driven power-rock theme, which bawled, “Pole Positioonnnnn!” in an admirable imitation of Def Leppard, or at least Don Henley. The wafer-thin plot involved brother and sister, Dan and Tess, whose parents were killed by an evil cabal. They worked for Pole Position, an implausible FBI-like organisation run by their uncle, Dr Zachary Darret. Their job entailed driving cars called Wheels and Roadie, who had minds of their own, and made smart-arse remarks, suspiciously like KITT in &lt;i style=""&gt;Knight Rider&lt;/i&gt;. Somewhere in this bizarre world was Darret’s young daughter Daisy, who in turn had an annoying pet monkey called Kuma. It was a primarily a crime-fighting caper and I thought it was great, but following the point of it all was a skill in its own right - and worryingly, I remember thinking that Dan and Tess were boyfriend and girlfriend, so perhaps this point wasn’t made explicit enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; SQUARE EYES RATING: 4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to www.80sanimation.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114986485123767904?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114986485123767904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114986485123767904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114986485123767904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114986485123767904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/pole-position.html' title='Pole Position'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114986388420965321</id><published>2006-06-09T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:38:46.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Pob's Programme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Pob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Pob.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POB'S PROGRAMME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Ragdoll Productions&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: Channel 4&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1985-88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God save us, it’s Pob. This was a creation of Anne Wood, the same woman who ‘blessed’ us with &lt;i style=""&gt;The Teletubbies &lt;/i&gt;in 1997, and of course both shows have one thing in common: none of the characters speak properly. This is an old debate between parents, programme-makers and watchdog groups - should kids’ TV characters speak like the children themselves (i.e. an approximation of English, but garbled), or should they speak a real, intelligible language? Whichever way, this was only one annoying aspect of &lt;i style=""&gt;Pob’s Programme&lt;/i&gt;. Pob was a cross between Pinocchio, Mr Punch and an alien; he wore a striped pink and yellow knitted jumper, and he had pink hair. Anne Wood dreamed him up while travelling on the London Underground, and seeing a child breathe on the window and write their name in it. Pob went one step further - he spat on the window, which was genuinely quite nasty, and then wrote his name in a laboured way in the resultant ‘flob’. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Also playing on the common children’s belief that the characters actually &lt;i style=""&gt;live&lt;/i&gt; in the TV set, Pob was supposed to be trapped in the television, and would knock on the screen, which probably freaked out many a child over the years. &lt;i style=""&gt;Pob’s Programme&lt;/i&gt; always took place outdoors, often in some woods, and Pob would find great amusement in playing hide-and-seek, and spying on unwitting people. He also used to get his woolly jumper caught in various places, so it would unravel and leave a trail around the place. So, to recap, Pob a) spat b) spat on the TV c) didn’t use the Queen’s English d) hammered on the TV set e) stalked innocent people and f) ruined his clothes, sometimes deliberately - things which any child would find themselves in some serious trouble for. So, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I rest my case - &lt;i style=""&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; do you think Pob was a good role-model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.classickidstv.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114986388420965321?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114986388420965321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114986388420965321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114986388420965321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114986388420965321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/pobs-programme.html' title='Pob&apos;s Programme'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114977784053492071</id><published>2006-06-08T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:44:26.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Playschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/PLayschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/PLayschool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLAYSCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1964-88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ready to play? What's the day?!"  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When &lt;i style=""&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt; was replaced with &lt;i style=""&gt;Playbus&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i style=""&gt;Playdays&lt;/i&gt;, shortly afterwards), there was outcry from parents around the country, and rightly so. Nobody really wants to witness the termination of a great piece of popular culture, something that they grew up with, and watched day after day with their children as well. The great thing about &lt;i style=""&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt; was that it &lt;i style=""&gt;understood&lt;/i&gt; young children; it knew what kept their attention, what they found fascinating, and what they would be able to learn and understand. And it was fantastic fun too. It was, quite by accident, the first programme broadcast on BBC2 due to a power failure the previous night, which was to have hosted the grand unveiling of the new station.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every episode was hosted by four presenters, two male and two female, chosen from a wealth and variety of talent. At the risk of sounding twice my age again, presenters of children’s TV today seem to be the product of a cloning project (all under 21, wearing bright trendy clothes, with a shelf-life of about six weeks), whereas &lt;i style=""&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt; presenters were real adults, and looked as though they could be your uncles and aunts. During the golden age of the show, you could be watching any combination from Johnny Ball, Floella Benjamin, Brian Cant, Carol Chell, Fred Harris, Carol Leader (the dads’ favourite), Derek Griffiths, and Don Spencer (an Australian ex-pat, who strummed a mean guitar, and had also written the theme song to Gerry Anderson’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Fireball XL5&lt;/i&gt;.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a reassuring set pattern to &lt;i style=""&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt;. The presenters would begin by saying hello to the children watching, then they would see what was under the clock - whatever object was there would denote the theme of that particular show. Then there would be a make-and-do activity, where you always had to get a grown-up to help you with the scissors, followed by a song and energetic dance routine. The focus would then return to the clock because it was time for a lesson in telling the time (“the big hand is pointing to the twelve, so it is something o’clock”), but once you’d survived that brief educational bit, it was time to watch a video through either the round, square or arch window. The video was usually of a crayon-making factory, or a trip around a farm - a bit like a school trip really, but without the permission slips and packed lunches. Afterwards, there was pets corner, a veritable menagerie of long-suffering animals: there were Bit and Bot the goldfish (the least interesting, obviously), Buffy the rabbit, Lizzie the guinea pig, and K’Too the cockatoo, who was quite exotic to the average British child, and who bit Johnny Ball and made him swear on camera as a consequence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The presenters had already broken the time-honoured rule about not working with children or animals, but they were a breeze compared to the &lt;i style=""&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt; toys. Surely there wasn’t a single child out there who coveted these slightly mildewed playthings? There was Jemima the rosy-cheeked rag-doll, described by Fred Harris as “an empty-headed bimbette”; Hamble, a &lt;i style=""&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; scary porcelain doll who looked vaguely Eskimo, and who used to be drop-kicked around the studio between filming; Humpty, a big, green, rotund thing&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in tartan trousers; and Big Ted and Little Ted, who just looked a bit morose. The original Big Ted was actually stolen and replaced with an impostor, which probably accounted for why Little Ted always looked quietly alarmed. Hamble, too, did not go the full course; she had always caused problems because she refused to sit up straight, necessitating Chloe Ashcroft to stick a knitting-needle up her backside to improve her posture, and in the PC 80s the satanic one was replaced by Poppy, a black doll. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dolls may have been inanimate, but they weren’t very professional in their attitude; when Humpty plummeted off the seat for the fiftieth time, Johnny Ball memorably said, “It’s all right, he doesn’t get hurt. In fact, he quite enjoys it”; and when the whole lot of them refused to co-operate on camera, an exasperate Fred Harris yelled, “I can’t work with these amateurs!” The slightly manic Harris was a bit frightening at the best of times, but if that outburst had gone out on air, a nation of under-fives would have dissolved instantly into tears, in sympathy with the lovely toys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And here, especially for all you nursery pop-pickers, is the all-time top ten songs in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Hit Parade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Little Ted Bear (“from nowhere in particular”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, Jemima, Let’s Go Shopping (“Are we walking? No, we’re hopping..”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Follow the Bangalorey Man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sing a Song of Mrs Twisty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Brush, Brush, Brush (“you mustn’t rush, rush, rush, when you clean your teeth in the morning…”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Build it Up (“build it up, build it high..”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ride a Cock Horse (“to Banbury Cross, to see a fine lady ride on a white horse”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How Do You Feel Today?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9) &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I Think I’ve Caught a Cold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two By Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to www.tvradiobits.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114977784053492071?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114977784053492071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114977784053492071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114977784053492071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114977784053492071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/playschool.html' title='Playschool'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114977727403736521</id><published>2006-06-08T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:36:24.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Play Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Play%20Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Play%20Away.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLAY AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1971-1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i face="arial"&gt;Play Away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was essentially a spin-off of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (see above), the premier entertainment programme for the discerning pre-schooler, and it focused almost entirely on singing and dancing routines. It was play-group for those who didn’t actually go to play-group. The presenters were mainly recruited from the parent show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, including Brian Cant and Carol Chell, and Jonathan Cohen was always there on the piano, leading the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Play&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Players. A lot of the presenters, like Rick Jones, were actually classically-trained actors, and were more used to the Bard than ‘The Wheels on the Bus’. One such thespian was future Oscar winner Jeremy Irons, who made a number of appearances in the mid 1970s, as well as Julie Covington of 'Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ry For Me, Argentina'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; fame and Baldrick himself, Tony Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.bbc.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114977727403736521?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114977727403736521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114977727403736521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114977727403736521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114977727403736521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/play-away.html' title='Play Away'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114977693182312334</id><published>2006-06-08T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:30:00.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Pinny's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Pinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Pinny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PINNY'S HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Smallfilms/Barn Productions&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Narrated by Matilda Thorpe, this fairly dull series about two pin-sized dolls who lived on a mantelpiece was, sadly, the final collaboration between Oliver Postgate and Peter Firmin. And also sadly, I can’t remember a thing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.smallfilms.co.uk for the borrowed image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114977693182312334?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114977693182312334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114977693182312334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114977693182312334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114977693182312334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/pinnys-house.html' title='Pinny&apos;s House'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114977639667619622</id><published>2006-06-08T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:20:30.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Pigeon Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Pigeon%20Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Pigeon%20Street.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PIGEON STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: David Yates&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1982 onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“If you lived in Pigeon Street/Here are the people you could meet/Here are the people who would say hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye/Every day…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Pigeon Street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; narrated by George Layton, was one of the giants of children’s TV in the 1980s - even though there were very few pigeons to be seen. The residents of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Pigeon Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; were not your average neighbourhood, which probably won’t come as a great surprise. The person everyone remembers is Long Distance Clara, the long-haul truck driver with her own catchy song - she was ever so slightly sexy too, and her lucky husband was Hugo the Chef, who stayed at home in a very modern role-reversal. There was also Dr Glossop, bald as a coot, who lived with his wife and their son Gerald, and twin daughters Molly and Polly, with their lettered jumpers. The twins also had a memorable song and I’m going to have to recount it for you: “Molly and Polly are two of a kind/They look both the same when they’re seen from behind/But when they turn round, it’s easy to see/It’s Molly with an M, and Polly with a P”. Thank you, I’m here every Thursday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, moving swiftly on, there was also Mr McAdoo, the pet shop owner, who always had a pencil behind his ear; Rose and Daisy, the dotty old women who liked keep-fit; Reg the park-keeper and his wife Doreen, who were keen on ballroom dancing; and Bob, the bike-shop owner, who looked like he might have been at Woodstock. Of course, there was the token black family, made up of William the window-cleaner, his wife Betty, and their adolescent son, Jim. Finally, there was a pair of elderly madmen called Mr Jupiter and Mr Baskerville. If you can’t deduce their hobbies from their names, Mr Jupiter was an amateur astronomer with a telescope and a dog called Flash, and according to the song “looks high” (mmm..); whereas, Mr Baskerville was an amateur sleuth with a magnifying glass and a dog called Watson, and he was inclined to “look low.” They were not, however, as those misleading lyric excerpts might suggest, a drug addict and a manic-depressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.jedisparadise.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114977639667619622?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114977639667619622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114977639667619622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114977639667619622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114977639667619622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/pigeon-street.html' title='Pigeon Street'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114961142074876278</id><published>2006-06-06T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:32:27.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Pie in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PIE IN THE SKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: mid 80s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was a bit of an oddity for pre-school children, and goodness only knows how it was dreamt up. Iain Lachlan (of &lt;i style=""&gt;Fingermouse&lt;/i&gt; fame) was the Pieman, who made pies for the children of his village - but before he handed them over, he called upon some kind of spaceman (&lt;i style=""&gt;Playschool&lt;/i&gt;’s Ben Thomas) to fill the pies with a song. Cue lots of slightly fatiguing sing-a-longs. The Pieman had a Piewife too (played by Chloe Ashcroft) which doesn’t sound like much of a career for any modern woman, being determined by your husband’s job title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114961142074876278?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114961142074876278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114961142074876278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114961142074876278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114961142074876278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/pie-in-sky.html' title='Pie in the Sky'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114961108510437004</id><published>2006-06-06T16:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:24:45.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Penny Crayon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Penny%20Crayon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Penny%20Crayon.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PENNY CRAYON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Peter Maddocks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1990 onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: "Penny Crayon can draw anything she wishes/From cats and dogs and butterflies/To plates of chips and fishes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penny Crayon&lt;/span&gt; was a kilt-wearing cartoon girl, voiced by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi-de-Hi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’s Su Pollard, who was a whiz with an HB. Basically, whatever she drew came to life, which could be extremely useful, but usually caused more trouble than it was worth. She dragged her slow-witted friend, David (voiced by Peter Hawkins), along for the ride, and he usually bore the brunt of any disasters. Penny usually ended up chasing after her creations with a giant eraser, but this didn’t mean she’d learned her lesson by the next episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114961108510437004?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114961108510437004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114961108510437004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114961108510437004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114961108510437004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/penny-crayon.html' title='Penny Crayon'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114961049648259003</id><published>2006-06-06T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:14:56.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Parallel 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Parallel%209.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Parallel%209.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;PARALLEL 9&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1 &amp; BBC2&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1992-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, when will it all end? Whenever &lt;i style=""&gt;Going Live!&lt;/i&gt; wasn’t on the air, BBC1 found it necessary to try and do something off-the-wall and a bit zany with the weeks left between series. &lt;i style=""&gt;Parallel 9&lt;/i&gt;, fundamentally no different from any other Saturday morning shows, was supposedly broadcast from the dimension Parallel 9 (the set looked a bit like an updated &lt;i style=""&gt;Blake’s 7&lt;/i&gt;) by Mercator, an ancient alien traveller and pseudo-Dr Who, who had been banished there from his own planet because of his forbidden thirst for knowledge. Unfortunately, it is an accepted fact that no-one learns anything from Saturday morning TV. Anyway, Mercator was only allowed to awake for two hours, conveniently 9-11am on a Saturday, when he could ‘beam up’ guests and try and learn from them. He was joined by Calendular, ostensibly an earth girl, who he seemed to be keeping on Parallel 9 against her will; also ‘doing time’ there were Steyl, Skyn and Thynkso, apparently criminals of some kind, who were constantly trying to escape (can’t really blame them.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There were the usual competitions, where children could win the entirely useless &lt;i style=""&gt;Parallel 9&lt;/i&gt; backwards watch (time goes backwards there, apparently), and there was also a computer game slot, where two kids would compete on a new game, and review it at the same time. Cartoons were there to fill in the time as well, including the dreadful &lt;i style=""&gt;Toxic Crusaders&lt;/i&gt;. No-one can have possibly transgressed as badly as Mercator was supposed to have done - surely his planet would have had mercy if they’d witnessed this below-par show?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was all-change for series two, which probably upset the purists, if such people existed. There was a new, younger Mercator, who was a failed commander, and he was accompanied by Zee, a girl with a nasty ginger bob, Dr Kovan, and a dinosaur called Brian, who was allegedly from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Rotherham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Brian later acquired a little brother called Derrick, who hatched from an egg, and liked to make farting noises - as you can see, the tone they were aiming for was really high. They had a new, garish set, and also a base on earth, which was basically an old caravan. The earth ‘correspondent’ was Richard Norton (Ryan in &lt;i style=""&gt;Neighbours&lt;/i&gt;, and later in &lt;i style=""&gt;Home and Away&lt;/i&gt; too), followed by Lucinda Cowden (formerly helium-voiced Melanie from &lt;i style=""&gt;Neighbours&lt;/i&gt;), and they beamed the guests up to Parallel 9 from the shower cubicle in the caravan, usually fellow soap stars or teeny-pop acts. They also presented Parallel 9 Pinball, an interactive game for children at home, which you could supposedly operate using your phone keypad, but it was temperamental to say the least.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Another revamp took place for the third, and final, series, where only Dr Kovan and the dinosaur puppets survived the cull. There was yet another Mercator, now quite bolshy, to whom Parallel 9 seemed to be more of a research facility than the slammer; and his new assistant was Flynn, an objectionable girl with bottle-blonde hair. I strongly suspect that by this time Mercator was desperately trying to devise some way to blow the whole planet to kingdom come and save us all from a fourth series, which was extremely selfless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.its-behind-you.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114961049648259003?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114961049648259003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114961049648259003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114961049648259003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114961049648259003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/parallel-9.html' title='Parallel 9'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114952068087406424</id><published>2006-06-05T15:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:22:08.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Paddington</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Paddington.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Paddington.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PADDINGTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Filmfair&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years Shown: mid 70s-early 90s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Adapted from the popular books by Michael Bond, &lt;i style=""&gt;Paddington&lt;/i&gt; utilised an animation technique never seen before or since; the main character, the bear himself, was a stop-motion model, while all of the other characters, as well as all the background scenery, were hand-drawn animation. Amazingly, it worked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Paddington was a bear from Darkest Peru, who was named after the station on whose platform he was found by the Brown family. He was wearing his trademark blue duffel-coat and red hat, with a note attached to him that read, ‘Please look after this bear.’ Mr Henry Brown, his wife, and their children, Jonathan and Judy, took Paddington home and essentially adopted him. They were not in the least surprised to find a talking bear who wore human clothes. Anyway, Paddington’s Aunt Lucy was now in a home for retired bears back in Darkest Peru, and he needed somewhere to live (how he ended up thousands of miles away is never explained - was this a deliberate ploy by his aunt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Browns lived at 32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Windsor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, along with their housekeeper, Mrs Bird ; next door was their nasty neighbour, Mr Curry, who had no time for the Grizzly house-guest; and there was also Mr Gruber, the local antiques dealer, who was a little more tolerant, and would take Paddington and the Brown children on trips to the seaside etc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paddington was famous for a couple of things: his love of marmalade sandwiches, and his ability to give people hard stares. He was not, however, famed for his intellect - in fact, he wasn’t quite the full shilling much of the time (he kept his sarnies in his hat, for instance), which led to all kinds of mishaps and misunderstanding. But Paddington always meant well, and usually he got things right by happy accident. He was also lucky that the Browns didn’t find him at Wapping or Embankment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  SQUARE EYES RATING: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114952068087406424?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114952068087406424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114952068087406424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114952068087406424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114952068087406424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/paddington.html' title='Paddington'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114951968172065420</id><published>2006-06-05T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:01:47.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Number 73</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/No%2073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/No%2073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NUMBER 73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: TVS&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1982-88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In an effort to show the usual Saturday morning cartoons, guest bands, competitions and educational bits in a slightly different format, ITV came up with &lt;i style=""&gt;Number 73&lt;/i&gt;, which mixed all the old guff with a kind of soap opera. Ethel (Sandi Toksvig) was the landlady, living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maidstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:postalcode&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ME15 6RS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:postalcode&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (or “me fifteen, six arse”, which is obviously riotously entertaining), and presideed over her ‘family’ of young boarders. There was Harry Stern (Nick Staverson), a mulleted fashion-victim, who thought he was pretty cool, but was actually very dense; equally carefully-coiffed was Neil (Neil Buchanan), a struggling artist, who was clearly never going to make it. For a while, Neil was going out with Kim (Kim Goody), who was friends with roller-skating cockney, Dawn (Andrea Arnold.) Dawn was a vegetarian and all-round animal lover, who worked as an assistant to a vet, and frankly was the only one who wasn’t going to end up dossing around for the rest of her life. The neighbours of the folks at Number 73 were Martin Edwards, who was always starting up some kind of feud, and his more sympathetic wife, Hazel. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Number 73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was a bit like watching a drama class rehearse; the script was developed through a combination of intense rehearsals and a fair bit of improvisation. But, in its own way, it was groundbreaking, because it was &lt;i style=""&gt;live&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;drama&lt;/i&gt;, with no room for mistakes during the broadcast. It proved popular, but the makers felt it necessary to reinvent the show later on as &lt;i style=""&gt;7T3&lt;/i&gt;, to remain ‘hip with the kids’, and was minus a few cast members. Neil Buchanan &lt;i style=""&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; made it as an artist in a sense, as he continues to wield the tubes of paint on ITV’s long-running &lt;i style=""&gt;Art Attack&lt;/i&gt;; but most of the rest of the young cast have disappeared into obscurity, including Kim Goody, who briefly tried to launch a pop career - and failed to chart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Thanks to www.paulmorris.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114951968172065420?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114951968172065420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114951968172065420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114951968172065420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114951968172065420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/number-73.html' title='Number 73'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114951892253031633</id><published>2006-06-05T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:04:45.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Noggin the Nog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Noggin.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Noggin.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NOGGIN THE NOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Smallfilms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1960 (plus repeats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“In the lands of the North, where the black rocks stand guard against the cold sea, in the dark night that is very long, the men of the Northlands sit by their great log fires and they tell a tale…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...Thus begun every episode of &lt;i style=""&gt;Noggin the Nog&lt;/i&gt;, and how many programmes set such an evocative scene for its audience? You could just as easily be in the bleak, stark&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;surroundings of an Ibsen or Strindberg play, somewhere in the vast wastes of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scandinavia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The subject of these old Norse tales was Noggin (whose name Peter Firmin thought up on the Tube on his way to work), the youthful Viking-like king, who defended his lands from his evil uncle, Nogbad the Bad (identifiable by his malevolent moustache), who wanted to reclaim the crown. Noggin is married to the raven-haired beauty, Nooka, who was the daughter of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; of the Nooks. Nooka was a good woman, more intelligent than her nice-but-dim-witted husband, and she could also be very feisty when Nogbad threatened her family, and in particular, Knut, her son with Noggin. There were a lot of loyal Nogs, including Olaf the Lofty, the rubbish court inventor, and Thor Nogson, Captain of the Royal Guard, with his big blond beard. The Tolkien influences became even more apparent with Graculus, a gigantic green bird, who, with his wisdom and common-sense, acted as Noggin’s counsellor - and gave him a lift when he needed it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noggin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was animated in the same style as &lt;i style=""&gt;Ivor the Engine&lt;/i&gt;, with expressive line-drawings and good old-fashioned story telling. There was always something dark and ephemeral&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;looming over the landscape of Nogland, but it was countered by the Nogs’ touching emphasis on family values, and their sense of community. Perhaps Tony Blair models himself on the King of the Nogs…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.smallfilms.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114951892253031633?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114951892253031633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114951892253031633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114951892253031633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114951892253031633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/06/noggin-nog.html' title='Noggin the Nog'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114865563440183324</id><published>2006-05-26T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:01:11.720Z</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious Cities of Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Mysterious%20Cities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Mysterious%20Cities.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE MYSTERIOUS CITIES OF GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BRB International&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: mid 80s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Children of the sun, someday soon you’re gonna see/That your destiny holds the secret, holds the key…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you thought Tolstoy indulged in complex and sprawling sagas, here was a children’s cartoon which came a close second. &lt;i style=""&gt;The Mysterious Cities of Gold&lt;/i&gt; spanned an incredible 39 episodes, as it followed the exploits of young Esteban, an explorer’s son, on his travels through South America in search of his father. Esteban was known as a Child of the Sun, which meant that he was able to exercise some power and control over the fiery orb. He met Zia, a young Inca girl who was also looking for her dad, and they discovered that they both own similar necklaces - in fact, the necklaces were two halves of a whole, and when fitted together they formed the key to Eldorado, the lost Cities of Gold. Along for the ride with them was Tau, a boy who was also descended from Inca people, and his parrot, whose chief purpose was to provide comic relief. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course, where there’s gold, there are gold-diggers, namely the Spanish explorers, who Esteban was travelling with. Mendoza is Esteban’s kindly guardian, but there were those who are not so honourable - Commander Gomez, Gaspard, and his two brain-dead henchmen, Sancho (not Panza) and Pedro. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;The Mysterious Cities of Gold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, with its poor-quality English dubbing, was a big hit when shown on Children’s BBC, proving that children do in fact have good attention spans, but are simply choosy about what they use it on. The episodes were genuinely engaging, and I could never wait for the next one - I was absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;desperate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; for them to find the gold. Philip Schofield was so taken by it that he had lyric-sheets printed up so children could write in for them and sing along to the theme at home. I didn’t go so far as to write in for one, I’m sorry to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.retrojunk.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114865563440183324?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114865563440183324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114865563440183324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114865563440183324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114865563440183324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/mysterious-cities-of-gold.html' title='The Mysterious Cities of Gold'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114865512291470718</id><published>2006-05-26T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:52:37.183Z</updated><title type='text'>The Muppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Muppets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Muppets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE MUPPETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Jim Henson Productions/ATV   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1976-9, plus repeats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“It’s time to put on music, it’s time to light the lights/It’s time to get things started on The Muppet Show tonight!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His creations on&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; had been educating the pre-school American masses for seven whole years, before puppet-maestro Jim Henson unleashed &lt;i style=""&gt;The Muppets&lt;/i&gt; on a prime-time audience, to enormous critical and popular acclaim. The basic premise was a group of characters trying to put together a weekly theatre show, with the usual pressure of time, problems with temperamental divas, and comedians who fail to be funny - except that these characters were all puppets, of course. Still, &lt;i style=""&gt;The Muppets&lt;/i&gt; provided us with perhaps one of the greatest ensemble casts of all time. It was clever, it was subversive, but mainly it was just unabashed entertainment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kermit the Frog was the show’s perennially harassed producer and emcee, constantly trying to fend off the amorous attentions of Miss Piggy, the self-obsessed diva who was also the show’s main star. Miss Piggy, in turn, was relentlessly pursued by Gonzo, a blue, hook-nosed weirdo with a vast range of bizarre stage acts, including eating rubber tyres. Also causing headaches for Kermit was Fozzie Bear, a really crap stand-up comedian, with an endless line in lame puns, and the immortal trademark laugh, “Wocka, wocka, wocka!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The show also featured a couple of long-running ‘drama’ series. Piano-playing dog Rowlf starred in the soap &lt;i style=""&gt;Animal Hospital &lt;/i&gt;(with not a Rowlf Harris in sight, heh heh), but the big draw was &lt;i style=""&gt;Pigs in Space&lt;/i&gt;, an inspired &lt;i style=""&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; ‘homage’. The Swinetrek was captained by the egomaniacal Link Hogthrob, with Dr Julius T. Strangepork as his Spok-like sidekick, and Miss Piggy as the swooning love-interest. Inevitably, a battle of the egos ensued.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Music on the night was provided by the multifarious members of Dr Teeth and The Electric Mayhem: Teeth himself played a funky piano, with Floyd Pepper on bass guitar, Zoot on the saxophone, Janice on lead guitar duties, and, doing his best Keith Moon impersonation, was the insuppressible drummer, Animal, a living embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a cookery slot with the incomprehensible Swedish Chef, who was essentially a one-gag act (i.e. laughing at unintelligible foreigners); and over in the science corner was Dr Bunsen Honeydew (memorable for having glasses, but no eyes), and his fraught victim of an assistant, Beaker. Explosions and trips to the ER were routine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another brilliant addition was Sam the Eagle, a patriot of the highest order, who was very easily offended, and whose catch-phrase was, “Stop doing that, it’s un-American!” He was a great play on television censorship, and tried to patrol everyone’s behaviour, to little effect. Then there were the unforgettable Statler and Waldorf, the two cantankerous old men sitting in the balcony, heckling the show, who were like a Vaudeville act on their own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Muppet Show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; was absolutely crammed with characters, and even the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;small ones were perfectly formed. There was Rizzo the Rat; Kermit’s nephew Robin (who had a top ten hit in May 1977 with the tear-jerker ‘Halfway Down the Stairs’); security guard and food-obsessive, Bobo the Bear; Miss Piggy’s nephews, Andy and Randy; Scooter, the much put-upon gofer for the show; the intentionally over-cute Bean Bunny; Johnny Fiamma and Sal, a smooth Frank Sinatra-esque crooner, with his bodyguard monkey; Seymour and Pepe (loosely an elephant and a rooster), the bellhops who were desperate to break into showbiz; and, finally, Sweetums, a gigantic hairy beast who lolloped around in an ungainly manner, and took care of Robin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.thegreatcurve.net for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114865512291470718?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114865512291470718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114865512291470718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114865512291470718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114865512291470718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/muppets.html' title='The Muppets'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114865457521773727</id><published>2006-05-26T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:43:24.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Muppet Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Muppet%20Babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Muppet%20Babies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MUPPET BABIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Jim Henson Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: lates 80s-mid 90s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Theme tune: “Muppet babies, will do anything for you/Muppet babies will make your dreams come true…I like adventure! (Kermit)/I like romance! (Piggy)/I love great jokes! (Fozzie)/Animal dance! (Animal)/I’ve got my computer! (Scooter)/I swing through the air! (Skeeter)/I play the piano! (Rowlf)/And I’ve got blue hair - Wa! (Gonzo)/Me, I invent things (Bunsen)/Meep meep meep meeeep!! (Beaker)/Is everyone all right in here? (Nanny)/YES, NANNY! (all)…” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Very few people who consider themselves to be television connoisseurs would debate that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Muppets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; was a creation of comic brilliance, and since then, only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; can really challenge it for across-the-board appeal, and consistently ingenious creations. But, considering its critical success, who on earth allowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; to be commissioned? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Muppet Babies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt; was a cartoon which followed the small-scale adventures of all the regular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muppets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’ characters, when they were infants living in a nursery together. It had an maddeningly catchy theme (see above; but you cannot possibly appreciate the effect it had unless you actually hear the original), and was drippy and insipid in the extreme. A junior Kermit the Frog, dressed in a sailor suit, would lead his pals into all kinds of crazy capers, which would always turn out to be the products of the kids’ vivid imaginations, having all taken place on a much smaller scale in their nursery. Piggy was, of course, in love with poor Kermit; Fozzie was a bad comedian-in-training; Animal was crazed and incomprehensible; precocious Scooter was surfing the information super-highway; Skeeter was putting some early stunt-training to the test; Rowlf the dog was becoming a piano virtuoso; Gonzo’s love for Piggy was unrequited and unwanted; Bunsen was diligently inventing things with his alarmingly elaborate chemistry set; and Beaker? Well, Beaker was always anxious, and probably with good reason: the Nanny who looked after them all seemed to consist only of a pair of legs with the hem of a skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.clivebanks.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114865457521773727?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114865457521773727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114865457521773727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114865457521773727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114865457521773727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/muppet-babies.html' title='Muppet Babies'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114847425619434776</id><published>2006-05-24T12:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:38:04.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Mr Benn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Mr%20Benn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Mr%20Benn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MR BENN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Zephyr Films&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1971 onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whenever you discuss vintage children’s television with a group of people, somebody always thinks it’s big and clever that they remember &lt;i style=""&gt;Mr Benn&lt;/i&gt;. David McKee made only thirteen episodes of this little gem, but the face of kids’ TV would be very drab without this dapper, quintessentially British, adventurer. As everyone knows, Mr Benn lived at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;52 Festive Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (based on McKee’s home on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Festing Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;); he dressed as though he was heading for a job in the city, but instead, he made his way to a costume-hire shop. This little shop was chock-a-block with weird and wonderful outfits and, “as if by magic”, the shopkeeper appeared, to help Mr Benn decide what he would like to try on. Whenever he emerged from the dressing room in his new costume, he found himself in a world which corresponded to it - for instance, when he wore his suit of armour, he found himself in medieval times, with a dragon to engage in battle. During his jaunts, Mr Benn became - deep breath - a Red Knight, a hunter, a cook, a caveman, a balloonist, a zoo keeper, a diver, a wizard, a cowboy, a clown, an Arabian Knight, a spaceman, and a pirate. But the great thing was that he didn’t have to pay for any of it! The shopkeeper, a strange man with a fez and a dubious moustache, never charged Mr Benn for trying on the costumes and entering these magical lands - which is just as well, as Mr Benn plainly didn’t go to work and therefore couldn’t afford it. Unless he had a private income. To add to this, Mr Benn always took home a keepsake from his exploit, such as a hat, but no money ever exchanged hands - which is part of why &lt;i style=""&gt;Mr Benn&lt;/i&gt; has such an enchanting, mystical charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.jedisparadise.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114847425619434776?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114847425619434776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114847425619434776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114847425619434776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114847425619434776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/mr-benn.html' title='Mr Benn'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114847373218343750</id><published>2006-05-24T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:30:18.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Motormouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Motormouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Motormouth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MOTORMOUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1988-92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This was another show in the long line of attempts that ITV made to steal BBC1’s Saturday morning thunder - and, once again, it was unsuccessful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Motormouth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; was hosted by presenters who were basically rejects from other kids’ shows, when either they or the programme had lost their appeal. There were Andrea Arnold and Neil Buchanan, both from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 73&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, and, later, Andy Crane from children’s BBC’s broom cupboard; plus Terry Wogan’s favourite, Gaby Roslin, and Tony Gregory. There’s really not a lot to say about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Motormouth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, except that it was loud and fast-moving, which ITV bosses in the eighties obviously thought would win them the hyper-active vote from the more staid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Superstore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Going Live! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One memorable aspect (by memorable, don’t automatically read ‘good’) was Mousetrap!, the board game which was played on a life-sized board, where contestants added pieces to the puzzle, and were then usually trapped at the end by their own making. Sandi Toksvig (also of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Number 73&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;) cropped up in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spin Off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, a spoof soap supposedly based in the production offices of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Motormouth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, which also starred Joe Greco, Roger Sloman, Pippa Michaels and Richard Waites - little did she know that she only had years of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Call My Bluff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ahead of her….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.paulmorris.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114847373218343750?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114847373218343750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114847373218343750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114847373218343750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114847373218343750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/motormouth.html' title='Motormouth'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114847287056494639</id><published>2006-05-24T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:15:10.326Z</updated><title type='text'>The Movie Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Movie%20Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Movie%20Game.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE MOVIE GAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: mid 80s to mid 90s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Philip Schofield was hot property when he took the reigns of this film-themed children’s quiz show. The board on which the game was played was a length of film reel, and according to the squares they landed on, the teams had to answer film questions or take on one of the challenges. The challenges usually involved the kids dressing up in silly costumes, and - thanks to the ‘magic of television’ - riding a stagecoach, sailing on a magic carpet or driving a racing car, while simultaneously trying to throw as many beanbags into a chute as possible. The winning team was the one who reached the end of the reel first, and they were presented with an Oscar-like trophy to treasure, along with the usual &lt;i style=""&gt;Movie Game&lt;/i&gt; keyrings, pens etc. For a children’s game show, it was actually fairly original, and it bucked the trend of the time, by keeping gunge and slime to a minimum; but it lost momentum when Schofield was replaced as host by Jonathan Morris (of the sitcom, &lt;i style=""&gt;Bread&lt;/i&gt;), who, incidentally, followed in Pip’s footsteps again, when he took on the technicoloured mantel of Joseph in the Lloyd-Webber/Rice stage show. Spooky. The series final was always quite entertaining, mainly because about 8 different teams had to crowd themselves onto the board - much mirth to be had when they landed on the same square and someone inevitably ended up on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.ukgameshows.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114847287056494639?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114847287056494639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114847287056494639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114847287056494639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114847287056494639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-game.html' title='The Movie Game'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114795585494775405</id><published>2006-05-18T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:37:57.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Mike and Angelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Mike%20and%20Angelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Mike%20and%20Angelo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MIKE AND ANGELO    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Thames&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1989-98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of television’s greatest mysteries has to be how &lt;i style=""&gt;Mike and Angelo&lt;/i&gt; kept being given the green light for another new series. Conceived and written by Lee Pressman and Grant Cathro (see also &lt;i style=""&gt;The Amazing Adventures of T-Bag&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style=""&gt;Spatz&lt;/i&gt;), this kids’ comedy show started off harmlessly enough, with American writer Rita King (Shelley Thompson) divorcing her husband, Tony, and moving herself and her young son, Mike, to a ramshackle old house in the Home Counties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mike is not pleased with this change of scene, until he opens the old wardrobe in his room and discovers Angelo, a humanoid who fled from his planet when it began to self-destruct. Of course, Mike has to introduce his alien buddy to his aghast mom, but when she adapts to the idea of a lodger, it all becomes a bit like &lt;i style=""&gt;Mork &amp; Mindy&lt;/i&gt; (minus the romance aspect between the leads, of course.) During the first few years, Mike was played by Matt Wright, who I thought was rather cute when I was ten, and the agreeable Tyler Butterworth was in the role of zany, trouble-making Angelo. But it was all change when Mike returned to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; after the third series; and when his character returned, he was replaced by not-so-cute Michael Benz, who was clearly a good few years younger; and what’s more, Tim Whitnall (now totally bald, btw) took on the guise of Angelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because &lt;i style=""&gt;Mike and Angelo&lt;/i&gt; went on for so long, toothy Michael Benz also outgrew the role, and Steven Geller was brought in as the new Mike, but the series was a limping dog by this stage, and the only humane thing would have been to shoot it on the spot. The problem with &lt;i style=""&gt;Mike and Angelo&lt;/i&gt;, aside from the irritating canned laughter, was that I suspect the writers came up with the neat title first, and then thought about what they might do with it. The initial premise was not a bad one, but how many low-grade adventures can a boy and his alien have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114795585494775405?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114795585494775405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114795585494775405' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114795585494775405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114795585494775405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/mike-and-angelo.html' title='Mike and Angelo'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114795539755318309</id><published>2006-05-18T12:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:30:40.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Masterteam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Masterteam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Masterteam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MASTERTEAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1984-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It took me a long time to remember what this quiz was called, which is probably down to the fact that the title was somewhat of a misnomer. This was basically a pub quiz on TV, hosted by Angela Rippon rather than the publican’s wife, and the teams all had rubbish names, like Blyth Battlers, or West Hastings Bowls Club. Angela Rippon always seemed a bit refined for this sort of malarkey, and looked slightly on edge while she tried to hold the fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The first round was the Team Challenge, which was a quick-fire round, intended as a team effort. This was followed by Spotlight, where the team would choose a member of the opposition (who they thought was a dunce) to answer a question from a selection of subject categories, including history, sport, and the bewildering ‘pot pourri’ which was, according to Angela, “a tough general knowledge round.” This still meant nothing to a five year old. Once they’d survived this, there was In A Spin, where the teams were given 3 randomly selected letters, and had to come up with the longest word, using the letters in the order they appeared (eg. if it was C, V and L, you could have ‘Conversational’) This was a bit much for the average pub-quizzer. Finally, there was It’s All Yours, another question round but this time it was fingers-on-the-buzzers, and - ooh! - there was no conferring allowed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For completists out there, the winning teams from the three series were Warrington Sports Club, Antrim Coasters, and Carrick Plus One (who sound like an eighties pop combo.) But in the end, this poor-quality imitation of one of the great British pursuits was axed in favour of another old favourite, &lt;i style=""&gt;Neighbours&lt;/i&gt;, which is still in the same slot to this day, making the chances of a &lt;i style=""&gt;Masterteam&lt;/i&gt; comeback fairly remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to  www.ukgameshows.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114795539755318309?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114795539755318309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114795539755318309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114795539755318309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114795539755318309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/masterteam.html' title='Masterteam'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114795515953958056</id><published>2006-05-18T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:26:20.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Maid Marian and Her Merry Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Maid%20Marian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Maid%20Marian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MAID MARIAN AND HER MERRY MEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1989-94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Why don’t you carry on with what you’re doing/Cos there’s always trouble brewing/You’ve got to find a way to make a better day/Oh, Marian…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Maid Marian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; makes an entry in here by the width of a well-placed arrow, as it seems just yesterday when I saw it (it probably was, knowing the BBC’s repeats schedule.) Devised and written by Tony Robinson (of &lt;i style=""&gt;Blackadder&lt;/i&gt; fame), this was a twist on the story of Nottingham’s most famous man in tights - the twist being that Robin Hood was a lazy, yuppie coward, and it was his feisty girlfriend who did all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The cool-talking, tomboyish Marian (Kate Lonergan) lived near the peasants’ village of Worksop, with her band of Merry Men, a group of assorted and easy-going mercenaries. Technically, she was going out with Robin (Wayne Morris), but with his long hair and fear of any kind of conflict, the romance factor was nil. He was actually a tailor from Kensington who seemed to be an early Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen prototype. The rest of the gang were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Barrington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, a Rastafarian (Danny John-Jules); slow-witted, foul-smelling Rabies (Howard Lew Lewis) and Little Ron, a tough dwarf (Mike Edmonds.) Together they fought the forces of evil, and robbed from the rich, namely the vicious King John (Forbes Collins), and those who did his dirty work: the conniving Sheriff of Nottingham (Tony Robinson) and his guard henchmen, Gary (Mark Billingham) and Graeme (David Lloyd.) To be honest, the Sheriff never stood a chance, especially as he was constantly having to take time out to placate the King’s nephew, the incredibly childish/camp Guy of Gisborne (Ramsay Gilderdale), who was the royal, medieval equivalent of Violet Elizabeth Bott.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Maid Marian and Her Merry Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; was an award-winning programme, and deservedly so. It was like &lt;i style=""&gt;Blackadder&lt;/i&gt; for kids, and it had a fantastic range of characters. Marian was the ultimate example of female empowerment, and Robin was the perfect example of why some women consider themselves better off alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Barrington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was always on hand to provide a rap interpretation of events, and the Sheriff was so venal and so driven that you almost &lt;i style=""&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; him to succeed. Tony Robinson’s portrayal of Worksop as a village of idiots (including Gladys, played by Hilary Mason, and Snooker, played by Robin Chandler) with nothing for industry but mud, and the odd chicken, was effortlessly funny, and no doubt pretty accurate too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114795515953958056?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114795515953958056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114795515953958056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114795515953958056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114795515953958056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/maid-marian-and-her-merry-men.html' title='Maid Marian and Her Merry Men'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114786823322013209</id><published>2006-05-17T12:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:17:53.190Z</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Roundabout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Magic%20Roundabout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Magic%20Roundabout.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE MAGIC ROUNDABOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1965-77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Magic Roundabout&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; begun life as &lt;i style=""&gt;Le Manege Enchante&lt;/i&gt;, a French animated series created in 1965 by Serge Donat. The BBC bought the rights to show it in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and handed it over to Eric Thompson (father of actress, Emma), to do with it what he could. Like every true Brit, Thompson, who also narrated, was highly suspicious of the French, and so he basically ignored Donat’s scripts, and rewrote the episodes based on what seemed to be going on in the animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He also renamed all the characters, including Dougal the sugarlump-loving dog, who the indignant French at first thought was named De Gaulle, and believed therefore that Thompson was making a judgement on their government. Others were less problematic: there was Florence, a little girl with a bad haircut, who seemed to be Dougal the dog’s girlfriend (see also &lt;i style=""&gt;Crystal Tipps &amp; Alastair&lt;/i&gt;); Brian the snail; Ermintrude the cow, who could spin her head around 360 degrees, and was allegedly based on Thompson’s wife, Phyllidia Law - although maybe not because of the neck skills; Mr Rusty, who owned the roundabout; Dylan the guitar-strumming rabbit, named after Bob Dylan, who would be horizontal if he was any more laid back; and, of course, Zebedee, who, with his spring base, looked as though he’d escaped from being a jack-in-the-box. The irate Mr MacHenry was supposedly in charge of the whole thing. The stories were simple, and often involved the easily-confused Dougal having something basic explained to him by one of the others, usually &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, so children could learn along with him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course, everyone remembers &lt;i style=""&gt;The Magic Roundabout &lt;/i&gt;because of the popular theories that each character stood for one of the major drugs - Dylan’s relaxed state, for example, was put down to some non-PC reefer smoking. Eric Thompson is no longer with us, but his wife, Phyllidia Law remains adamant that his intentions were entirely pure and wholesome, and that &lt;i style=""&gt;The Magic Roundabout&lt;/i&gt; characters have earned their dodgy reputations unfairly. But then, Zebedee did always say, “Time for bed!” at the end of the episode, which was a little questionable, seeing as it was only late afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114786823322013209?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114786823322013209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114786823322013209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114786823322013209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114786823322013209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/magic-roundabout.html' title='The Magic Roundabout'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114786771368028483</id><published>2006-05-17T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:12:14.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Look and Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Look%20and%20Read.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Look%20and%20Read.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOOK AND READ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1967 - present&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a Tuesday morning, we would file upstairs to the television room, where it was dark and smelt of feet, and the techno-phobic teacher would spend ten minutes letting the TV ‘warm up’. Then we’d tune into BBC2 and would watch that clock with the disappearing seconds, while we waited for &lt;i style=""&gt;Look and Read&lt;/i&gt; to begin…I wouldn’t exactly say with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Look and Read&lt;/i&gt; was presented by the terminally-annoying Wordy (see picture), a floating orange being with the fridge-magnet letters of the alphabet stuck to him, whose sole ambition in life was to help under-eights with their literacy skills. He lived in a space lab orbiting earth, and was kept company by Colin, his tracksuit-donning human assistant, who had presumably been banished from earth for crimes against English lessons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were plenty of infuriatingly catchy songs, mostly by Derek Griffiths, and cartoons to help you remember your grammar. The Magic E song (long before any drug-connotations) went something like, “Tim is on time with me”, and was showing you the effects of adding an ‘e’ to the end of words. There was also, “Think big, big big at the beginning…and at the end of the sentence FULL STOP!”, demonstrating when to use capital letters and full stops, no less. The past-tense was also a preoccupation for &lt;i style=""&gt;Look and Read&lt;/i&gt;, and there was a cartoon construction worker, who encouraged you to “build yourself a word with ‘ed’, to say it happen-ED”; and I must make mention of the strange Dog Detective, who was always chasing ‘th’ for some reason.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a cartoon about a character called Rip van Twinkle, but the bit everyone was waiting for was the serialised mini-drama, which was also an exercise in learning new words and their contexts, but that was all secondary, really. These are just a few that they churned out during the eighties&lt;i style=""&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Dark&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Towers&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;, 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Written by television writer supremo, Andrew Davies, &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Towers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; starred Christopher Biggins and Denise Coffey, and was supposed to be a comedy, but I actually found it quite scary. It involved the ghoulish Tall Knight, and a load of ghosts trying to stop the mansion they haunt from being sold, by spooking the prospective buyers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fairground, 1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Fair’s fair in the fairground” sang Derek Griffiths in the title song, but Ossie thought something was not quite right about his mum’s friend, the fairground owner. As was always the case in these things, the kid was chided for spreading malicious rumours, but was vindicated in the end and had to be apologised to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Badger Girl, 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Also written by Andrew Davies, this was set in &lt;st1:place&gt;Dartmoor&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, where a group of kids were at some kind of outward-bounds centre. The girl of the title was so-called because of the stripe of dye she wore in her hair, and she was accompanied by a pair of hapless lads, while they tried to convince the grown-ups that someone was running a pony-rustling scam. Or something. Anyway, the RSPCA got involved and all was right with the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Geordie Racer, 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Being cheeky northerners ourselves, this was the one my class particularly liked, as it featured a lot of locations we recognised, including the very local St Mary’s Lighthouse. Unfortunately, the stereotypes were out in force: the hero was Spuggie, who was a podgy pigeon-fancier for a start. There was something to do with stealing prize-pigeons - or maybe it was antiques - but the finale, when the crooks were caught in the act, took place at Delaval Hall, a stately home near where I lived at the time. What a thrill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to www.trembirth.demon.co.uk for the borrowed pic)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114786771368028483?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114786771368028483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114786771368028483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114786771368028483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114786771368028483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-and-read.html' title='Look and Read'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114786737133883203</id><published>2006-05-17T11:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:03:18.763Z</updated><title type='text'>The Krypton Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Krypton%20Factor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Krypton%20Factor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE KRYPTON FACTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Granada&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1977-95&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This was another show which was not aimed specifically at kids but, nonetheless, I think they made up a substantial part of the audience. &lt;i style=""&gt;The Krypton Factor&lt;/i&gt; had a reputation as the toughest quiz show on television, but it wasn’t really fair to call it a quiz show - it was five rounds of mental torture, physical exhaustion, and ritual humiliation. The idea sprung from the success of the 1977 &lt;i style=""&gt;Superman&lt;/i&gt; film, and the winner of the series would claim the title of UK Superperson. Gordon Burns was the host, just the right side of Jeremy Paxman in style and presentation; the contestants were members of the public who fancied themselves as hyper-intelligent, super-fit, or both. Almost all came a cropper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Round one was the observation round, easing you in gently. The contestants were shown a short film clip, and were then asked questions: what colour were the socks worn by the man in the tweed jacket? Was the woman carrying a clipboard when she came into the room? How many cars passed by while the little boy was waiting? A bit like something you’d have to do at school, really. Early clips starred a barely-known Steve Coogan, and ‘comedy’ duo Hinge and Bracket, but a later, budget-blowing mini-serial called ‘Dead Ringer’ had an ensemble cast of Tony Slattery, Tony Robinson, Katie Puckrik &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Linda Lusardi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Round two was all about mental agility, some kind of IQ test with diagrams and a bit of spatial awareness thrown in. Ugh. Contestants had 40 seconds to answer as many questions correctly on something like a sequence of playing cards, or the construction of a sentence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The next round always sorted the men from the boys. It was the dexterity round, where the competitors had to complete a 3-D puzzle, usually made of Perspex, which looked fiendishly hard. You could see the frustration on the face of Gareth from Tunbridge Wells as, three minutes in, he was still trying to figure out which bit was the base of the puzzle. To make matters worse, the sadistic Burns would conspiratorially whisper the answer to the audience, while his victims were sweating under the studio lights.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But those who flunked out in the earlier rounds often got their comeuppance when it came to the gruelling fitness round. Basically, it was a 400m army assault course in Bury, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Lancashire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, and it was inevitable that, during the show, one man would fall off the balance-beam or the rope-swing, and land in the mud; and the token woman would finish a distant last, despite the fact that the women were always given a head start. Lots of quality eighties sportswear on display.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After that, it was back to the studio for the general knowledge round, which always seemed like a bit of a relief. It was quick-fire questions, and to up the tension, the players were swathed in darkness and only illuminated when they were answering a question.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was sorry when &lt;i style=""&gt;The Krypton Factor&lt;/i&gt; ended, because there was something peculiarly British about it - the contestants knew they had no chance in hell of winning, but they still threw themselves into it wholeheartedly. And everyone at home was just glad it wasn’t them tripping on that cargo net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to the BBC News website for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114786737133883203?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114786737133883203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114786737133883203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114786737133883203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114786737133883203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/krypton-factor.html' title='The Krypton Factor'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114779390594807480</id><published>2006-05-16T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:38:59.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Knightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Knightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Knightmare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KNIGHTMARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Anglia&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1987-94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My mum took one look at the title sequence of &lt;i style=""&gt;Knightmare&lt;/i&gt;, with a animated knight riding into a &lt;i style=""&gt;Dungeons &amp; Dragons&lt;/i&gt; style castle, and decreed that I wasn’t allowed to watch it. I only wish, when I occasionally sneaked the odd disobedient look at it, that it had lived up to her hype. &lt;i style=""&gt;Knightmare&lt;/i&gt; was in the same league &lt;i style=""&gt;as The Adventure Game&lt;/i&gt;, which ended a year before &lt;i style=""&gt;Knightmare&lt;/i&gt; began, except that the competitors in this virtual-reality universe were children and not minor celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Every week, a team of four children (who, tellingly, were usually boys) would be welcomed into the &lt;i style=""&gt;Knightmare&lt;/i&gt; castle by the dungeon master, Treguard of Dunshelm (Hugo Myatt), and one of them would be separated from his friends in order to be the pawn in their puzzles. This individual would have to don the Helmet of Truth, a big, horned hat which covered their eyes, and step into an empty studio. Except it wasn’t really empty. The other three children would be back at headquarters with Treguard, and on their screens they could see their friend in a virtual world which he could not see. They would guide him by saying, “side-step one to your right” etc, and he would have to go in and out of doors, collect vital objects, and try to avoid colossal bombs which were about to explode, at which point the kids would all yell, “There’s a bomb in the room!”, useless for someone who can’t see it. At the time, I thought the special effects were brilliant, but always got very frustrated and exasperated with the boffins doing the guiding; so did Treguard, and he would sometimes add, in his dramatic tone, “Time is running out, my young charges. You had better get a move on, unless you want your friend to be killed, that is.” The 'death ' of a dungeoneer could be tracked on the Life Force meter, a computer graphic of a dungeoneer wearing a helmet; as his 'life force' drained away, bits of the helmet would peel away, followed by the skin and then the skull. It was actually quite macabre for a tea-tea show, and I used to get very worried that the hapless kid would actually die (and not just be given a wedgie by his team-mates for being crap at following instructions.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There was one particularly memorable room in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knightmare &lt;/span&gt;dungeon, which involved a giant chess board; the kids would control their friend, but they would be playing against the terrifying Dark Knight, a huge, masked figure in a long cloak. If he caught the child before he finished the puzzle, he would engulf him in his coat and the kid would ‘disappear’. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t remember what the prize was if the children won, but they rarely did anyway, and at the end of the programme, Treguard would offer some words of doom and gloom regarding their fate, and that of the next team of youths. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to wikipedia for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114779390594807480?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114779390594807480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114779390594807480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114779390594807480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114779390594807480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/knightmare.html' title='Knightmare'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114779308032939339</id><published>2006-05-16T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:25:03.046Z</updated><title type='text'>King Rollo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/King%20Rollo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/King%20Rollo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KING ROLLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Filmfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1983?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;David McKee had created the enigmatic &lt;i style=""&gt;Mr Benn&lt;/i&gt;, but now he turned his attention to royalty, in this Ray Brooks-narrated animation. King Rollo was some kind of man-child, or perhaps he was intellectually subnormal; whichever way, he was in no condition to be running state affairs. He preferred climbing trees (and ripping his trousers), playing with his cat, Hamlet, or hanging out with neighbouring King Frank, and his dog. There was also Queen Gwen, who was perhaps his betrothed, but he was still at the pulling pigtails stage of courting. The only indicator that Rollo was an adult was that he had a full beard. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Luckily, as with most royal families, his life was run for him by his parental figures, the Cook and the Magician, who taught and disciplined him (and probably helped him to shave.) Like &lt;i style=""&gt;Mr Benn&lt;/i&gt;, only thirteen episodes of &lt;i style=""&gt;King Rollo&lt;/i&gt; were ever made, and this was a terrible shame, because it was nice to see such harmless and entertaining whimsy given air-time on children’s TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.thechestnut.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114779308032939339?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114779308032939339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114779308032939339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114779308032939339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114779308032939339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/king-rollo.html' title='King Rollo'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114779269747196958</id><published>2006-05-16T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:18:53.440Z</updated><title type='text'>The Keith Harris and Orville Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Keith%20Harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Keith%20Harris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THE KEITH HARRIS AND ORVILLE SHOW&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1982-90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear God, I promise that I will never switch on the television set again, if you would only wipe all memory of this programme from my brain. Oh well, it’s worth a try. Unfortunately, nobody can easily forget this bright green duck in a nappy, who was manipulated by the baldy-permed ventriloquist, Keith Harris. There really was no point to Orville; he was supposed to be cute (“I wish I could fly, right up to the sky” etc), but most people would have preferred him with orange sauce. His nemesis, also being worked by the multi-tasking Harris, was the gangly monkey, Cuddles, who, judging by his voice, smoked at least forty a day. Like the rest of us, he always wanted to cause Orville considerable grievous bodily harm, but inevitably ended up caught up in his own traps. &lt;i style=""&gt;The Keith Harris and Orville Show&lt;/i&gt; featured all the usual music hall sketches and songs, but also, in later years, pop guests, who must have really thought they’d hit rock-bottom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the mid eighties, Orville was with the BBC, and Emu was over on ITV - so the question remains: who would have won a fight between Keith Harris and Rod Hull? Wouldn’t have minded watching that instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to Five TV's website for the borrowed pic&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114779269747196958?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114779269747196958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114779269747196958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114779269747196958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114779269747196958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/keith-harris-and-orville-show.html' title='The Keith Harris and Orville Show'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114770172695366392</id><published>2006-05-15T13:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:03:05.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Jossy's Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Jossy%27s%20Giants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Jossy%27s%20Giants.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOSSY'S GIANTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1984-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Swapping their homework for footwork/Kicking the ball till its dark/Here go Jossy's Giants/Football's just a branch of science/Head the ball now, Jossy calls.../Jossy's Giants!!??/Dependable, reliant/Put your faith in Jossy's Giants/Get stuck in, we're gonna win.../Jossy's Giants!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The shouty opening titles by Mike Arnott had a bunch of disparate, yobbish-looking kids trying to spell out ‘Jossy’s Giants’ with placards, and getting the spelling wrong countless times. This was no Enid Blyton.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Geordie darts commentator Sid Waddell got the idea for this series from spending Saturday mornings watching his son’s football team, The Churwell Lions, get repeatedly beaten by rival teams (The Churwell Lions later appeared in the series as themselves, a rival team to the stars.) Taking up his pen, he created the Glipton Grasshoppers, a useless bunch of pre-teen reprobates who acquire as a new manager, Joswell ‘Jossy’ Blair (Jim Barclay), a former brilliant child star, who received a career-wrecking injury on his full debut for Newcastle United. He took it upon himself to straighten the boys out, show them what real training and commitment was all about, and forced them to wear a black and white strip. The kids were a walk-over compared to Councillor Glenda Fletcher (Jenny McCracken), who always had some opposition to Jossy’s plans; the two revelled in their arguments with each other which, of course, meant they fancied each other rotten.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The makers of &lt;i style=""&gt;Jossy’s Giants &lt;/i&gt;were of the &lt;i style=""&gt;Byker Grove&lt;/i&gt; school of casting, and selected boys from local schools and youth clubs who could play football, believing it was easier to teach them to act rather than teach drama-school kids how to be ruffian footballers. One of the show’s stars was Mark Gillard, who played cheeky striker, Ross Nelson, and who - at the age of six - I had quite a crush on. But if the kids’ acting was suspect, they knew how to make them look good…by securing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: arial;" face="arial"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; skipper Bryan Robson, as a guest star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Thanks to the BBC's comedy website for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114770172695366392?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114770172695366392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114770172695366392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114770172695366392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114770172695366392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/jossys-giants.html' title='Jossy&apos;s Giants'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114770092386643939</id><published>2006-05-15T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:50:01.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Jonny Briggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Jonny%20Briggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Jonny%20Briggs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JONNY BRIGGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1985-87&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Life in a northern town, eh? Trouble up mill, and then there’s no time to eat your Hovis sandwiches and drink your warm ale. Actually, Jonny Briggs was a northern (but not Geordie, as many people seem to think) kids’ drama series that put many of its poncy southern counterparts to shame. There was that title sequence, with Jonny (Richard Holian) careering down a slide with his dog, Razzle, to the sound of some slightly fruity oompa-band music. The tyke would then chase the dog back to their modest working class home, to the bosom of his slightly dysfunctional, but loving, family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There was Mam (Jane Lowe), who wore an apron most of the time, and sorted out all of “Our Jonny’s” woes; and Dad (Leslie Schofield), who went out to work, but did bugger-all in the home except sit in his easy chair and dispense advice. Jonny was the youngest of four kids, which accounted for eighty per cent of the wrinkles on his nine year old forehead, especially as he had to share a bedroom with his two brothers. The eldest was Rita (Sue Devaney), who was about 18, and when she wasn’t working, she was involving her timid friend Marilyn in all kinds of schemes, or going to the gym for some vigorous exercise in all the latest gear. Then there was curly-haired Humphrey, who, at sixteen, was the quiet, introspective member of the Briggs household, noted for his eyebrow-wiggling abilities and the fact that he was the only one who was actually nice to Jonny. The bane of Jonny’s young life was fourteen year old Albert (Tommy Robinson), a gangly bully-boy, who was always trying to make a fast buck, at anyone’s expense, and who would do exactly what Jonny didn’t want him to do, just for the sheer pleasure of it. You couldn’t help but feel for Jonny.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He usually had it rough at school as well. His best friend was Pam, but the two of them were constantly taunted by the class cow, Ginny, and her friends. Poor Jonny was entrusted by Miss Broom (Karen Meagher) to look after the class rabbit during the school holidays; initially, Mam was horrified, but when she did relent to it the rabbit went missing (as does Razzle, in a different episode.) Similarly, Jonny’s family ate all the biscuits that he has slaved to make for the school fete. Miss Broom was always very sympathetic, and tolerant too - she needed to be with that girl in the class who stood up and began all her sentences with “My mother, who’s a nurse…”. Mr Hobbs (Simon Chandler) was the young, well-mannered teacher who would sometimes visit Miss Broom, and would be greeted with a chorus of “Ooooooo”s from the (rightly suspicious) kids.&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jonny did have wonderful moments of triumph over his spiteful classmates, or his bullying siblings, but there were also great family incidents, which were touching without being schmaltzy, such as when the children decorate the basement in tin foil for their parents’ silver wedding anniversary. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Veteran actor Leslie Schofield had a lengthy stay in Albert Square, while the brilliant Sue Devaney had already appeared in &lt;i style=""&gt;Coronation Street&lt;/i&gt;, and would go on to feature in, among other things, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spatz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casualty &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dinnerladies&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to www.culttelly.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114770092386643939?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114770092386643939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114770092386643939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114770092386643939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114770092386643939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/jonny-briggs.html' title='Jonny Briggs'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114770011499717359</id><published>2006-05-15T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:35:57.226Z</updated><title type='text'>John Craven's Newsround/Newsround</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Newsround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Newsround.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JOHN CRAVEN'S NEWSROUND/NEWSROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1972-present day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The frantic xylophone and percussion intro, like an urgent news flash, fooled you into believing that this was a serious news programme. And it was clear that John Craven &lt;i style=""&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; it to be a credible, ground-breaking programme, bringing up-to-the-minute news to children in a way that was accessible to them. But unlike most starch-shirted BBC news presenters, Craven would sit there in his thick-knit, patterned jumper, bringing us such earth-shattering news as the plight of a pair of pandas in London Zoo, or the longest domino-rally in the world, or maybe even a man who’s invented a house on wheels. Even when I was six, I knew these couldn’t be the most pressing matters of the day; they couldn’t be what the grown-ups were reading about in their big newspapers. To be fair to &lt;i style=""&gt;Newsround&lt;/i&gt;, they did bring us some very memorable and saddening reports about the famines in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, but they always seemed overly-concerned about the endangered habitat of the koala, or explaining to us what CFCs stood for, for the millionth time. As we entered the mid 1980s, the title was shortened to just &lt;i style=""&gt;Newsround&lt;/i&gt;, and Craven was joined by future BBC sports’ presenter Helen Rollason (who sadly died of cancer in August 1999), and Roger Finn, who was quite dishy in a non-threatening way. Since then, there have been a list of mainly homogenous presenters, with an average age of 17; the promising ones go on to mainstream BBC news, and the others find jobs on &lt;i style=""&gt;Animal Hospital&lt;/i&gt; or somewhere not too taxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.londonist.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114770011499717359?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114770011499717359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114770011499717359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114770011499717359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114770011499717359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/john-cravens-newsroundnewsround.html' title='John Craven&apos;s Newsround/Newsround'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114762013201683718</id><published>2006-05-14T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:22:12.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Jim'll Fix It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Jim"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Jim%27ll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;JIM'LL FIX IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1973-89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theme tune: “If you want to sit in the Mastermind chair/Or stand on an aeroplane’s wing in the air/If you want to play the slide-trombone/Or operate a telephone/If you want to read the classified scores/Or if you want to take the floor/Jim’ll fix it!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Your letter was only the start of it/One letter and now you’re a part of it/Now you’ve done it/Jim has fixed it for you/There must be something that you always want to do/The one thing that you always wanted/Now you’ve done it/Jim has fixed it for you, and you and you, and ba-ba-baaaaa…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now then, now then children, what have we told you about talking to strange men? And, let’s face it, they didn’t come much stranger than Sir Jimmy Saville, ex-popular music disc-jockey and London Marathon enthusiast. In his pastel shell-suits and gold jewellery, he looked like some kind of pimp, or at least an aged Scouser thinking about stealing your hub-caps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every week, nineteen million people would watch Sir Jim read letters from members of the public, usually children, which began, “Dear Jim, please will you fix it for me to…” There were about 350,000 letters annually, and the requests ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous, and you had to worry about some of the kids; playing football with Kevin Keegan is fair enough, and meeting The Bay City Rollers is almost forgivable, but what about the boy who wanted to visit a Toby jug factory? He had obviously got the wrong show, and his letter should have gone to The Antiques Roadshow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nobody can easily forget the boy scout troop who wanted to eat lunch on a roller-coaster at Blackpool Pleasure Beach - what were they thinking? Or maybe it was the evil scheming of a very sadistic scout-master. Anyway, needless to say they ended up with face-masks of strawberry milkshake, and half-eaten hamburgers splattered all over their laps. Other noteworthy fix-its were the blowing up of a cooling tower, a kid who wanted to burn £1 million (was it one of The KLF while still in short trousers?), and someone who wanted to meet Manuel from Fawlty Towers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I, personally, never wrote to Jim, but someone I know wrote in begging to meet Nick Kamen, the model from the Levis laundrette advert - and Jim cruelly did not grant her wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the end of the segment, after we’d seen the child having their dream fulfilled (often using the so-called magic of the blue-screen effect, which was a complete cop-out), they would return to the studio, dressed in their Sunday best and accompanied by whoever had helped them to achieve the fix-it eg. Kevin Keegan, Les McKeown, or a foreman from the Toby jug factory. Jim would be reclining in his fix-it throne, and would begin with, “Now then, Mr Keegan, sir, did little Johnny behave himself at your football ground?” When the adult responded in the positive, Jim would then invite them to present the child with the coveted, shiny Jim’ll Fix It medal. It was all a bit like speech day at a private school, or the Queen presenting the New Year’s Honours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raf.mod.uk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.raf.mod.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114762013201683718?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114762013201683718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114762013201683718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114762013201683718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114762013201683718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/jimll-fix-it.html' title='Jim&apos;ll Fix It'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114761973219336262</id><published>2006-05-14T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:15:32.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Jimbo and the Jet Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Jimbo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Jimbo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;JIMBO AND THE JET SET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Peter Maddocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: mid-80s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When a factory got the dimensions of an order wrong, and mistook inches for centimetres, the result was Jimbo, a mini red and yellow aeroplane with serious ‘cute’ factor. This was the premise behind press cartoonist Maddocks’ creation, who lived at an airport run by the ginger, moustachioed Chief Controller (the aeroplane, not Maddocks, obviously.) Jimbo was actually a living, breathing piece of air transportation, a bit like Thomas the Tank Engine with lower production values, and he had other, similar friends to help him out: Tommy Towtruck, Sammy Steps and the comely Amanda Baggage, with enormous red lips. Jimbo was always raising the Chief Controller’s blood pressure with his antics, (remember the opening titles with the sheep singing a high-pitched “Jimbooooo!”?), but he always saved the day in the end, of course. When I was five this was my absolute favourite cartoon, and people used to whizz around the playground pretending to be Jimbo, but we weren’t the only ones who thought it was a good idea: I wonder where the Duchess of York got her idea for Budgie the Little Helicopter…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertainmentrights.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.entertainmentrights.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114761973219336262?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114761973219336262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114761973219336262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114761973219336262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114761973219336262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/jimbo-and-jet-set.html' title='Jimbo and the Jet Set'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114761941456142564</id><published>2006-05-14T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:10:14.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Jem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Jem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Jem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;JEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: D.I.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1985 onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some things about the 1980s: political correctness was born, women became more prominent in the workplace, and pop groups had big hair and appalling clothes. Somehow, this American cartoon thought they could capitalise all of this. Jerrica, in her late teens, was the pretty leader of the all-girl pop group, The Holograms, along with Aja, Kimber (who played one of those keyboard-guitars, which dates the programme if nothing else did), Shana and Raya. She presided over the orphanage run by her late father, but he also left another legacy; he invented a kind of computerised holograph thing, which Jenna wore in her earrings, and which allowed her to become Jem. Now Jem was “truly outrageous!”, or so the theme song claimed, but all I can remember was that she was slightly more glamorous and less girl-next-door than Jenna, and that she wore even worse clothes. She had a boyfriend of course, called Rio - also the band's manager (how unprofessional) - who was Ken to her Barbie, but he didn’t know about her transformations. Like all good cartoons, there were bad guys or, in this case, girls - the rival pop group, The Misfits, made up of Pizzazz, Roxy, Stormer and Jetta. They all looked like they might be a bit ‘easy’. There was absolutely no point to Jem, except for a lot of moralising, and the opportunity for a lot of twangy computer-pop, but it was very popular. It was shown as part of the Wide Awake Club, and was a competition where kids as young as four or five would send in photos of themselves and their friends dressed as Jem and her band, often including some extremely reluctant brother/cousin/boy from off the street, who would be forced to don a white suit and bow-tie and pose as Rio. And parents were up in arms when young girls wanted to be the Spice Girls…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to the Universal Appeal Jem website for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114761941456142564?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114761941456142564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114761941456142564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114761941456142564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114761941456142564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/jem.html' title='Jem'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114753032677197290</id><published>2006-05-13T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:25:26.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Jamie and the Magic Torch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Jamie%20&amp;%20Magic%20T.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Jamie%20%26%20Magic%20T.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;JAMIE AND THE MAGIC TORCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Cosgrove Hall/Thames TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: ITV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1976-9 (and endless repeats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Theme tune: "Jamie! Jamie!/Jamie and the Magic Torch/Down the helter-skelter, faster and faster/towards Cuckoo Land."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A true legend among children’s cartoons, Jamie was a little boy with a sweeping seventies quiff, and flared pyjamas. Every night his mother (who, eerily, just appeared on the programme as a shadow on his bedroom wall) would tuck Jamie into bed, and thirty seconds later he’d be up and about again. Nothing unusual about that with children, but Jamie was different. Together with his dog, Wordsworth, who wore a night-cap, Jamie would embark on nocturnal adventures thanks to his magic torch; he would beam it onto the floor, and a hole would appear - it led to a helter-skelter, which transported them straight into Cuckooland, via an exit in a tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Cuckooland, Wordsworth could talk, although, unfortunately, in a Gloucestershire accent, and all kinds of crazy people would descend on them, clearly inspired by &lt;em&gt;Yellow Submarine&lt;/em&gt;. There was Mr Boo, who flew around in a floating submarine, and was obsessed with counting things; similarly afflicted was Gotcha, a policeman who was half unicycle, who ate truncheons as a snack, and was preoccupied by early closing on Wednesdays (yes, I’m getting a headache from this too.) There was also Billy Bundy the Showbusiness Rabbit; Nutmeg the rag-doll, who had a bottomless handbag like Mary Poppins, and subsequently did nothing to help the feminist cause; and the truly bizarre and inappropriately-named Jo-Jo Help, who always arrived in a time of crisis, and then found as many excuses as he could for not helping out. At the end of the episode, the hole in the tree would appear, and it would be time for Jamie to return to his bedroom. Now, whichever way you look at it, Jamie was a little boy who needed help: if these were recurring dreams he was having, he was either taking some serious drugs or needed therapy, and if not, he was evidently having hallucinations brought on by insomnia. That’s what happens when your mum’s just a shadowy spectre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jedisparadise.co.uk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.jedisparadise.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114753032677197290?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114753032677197290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114753032677197290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114753032677197290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114753032677197290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/jamie-and-magic-torch.html' title='Jamie and the Magic Torch'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114752986279857969</id><published>2006-05-13T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:17:42.800Z</updated><title type='text'>James the Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/James%20the%20Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/James%20the%20Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;JAMES THE CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: Grampian Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1983-4 onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theme tune: "My name's James, James The Cat/I've had fame,&lt;br /&gt;Money, and all that/Now I'm here growing fat/Chasing birds and butterflies/James the cat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For people who are not cat-lovers, black and white moggy James epitomised all their dislikes about the feline species. He was over-fed, boastful, vain and egotistical, and swanned around his home, the Corner House at number 104, without a care or responsibility in the world. His surroundings were a cross between those of Crystal Tipps &amp; Alastair, and also Henry’s Cat: there was a psychedelic backdrop, but he had a bunch of animal friends along for the ride as well. Considering that this was probably intended to be set in Britain, there was an unusual selection of creatures living in James’ garden. Freda the kangaroo must have escaped from the zoo, and Citroen the frog must have hopped through while they were digging the channel tunnel. Rocky the rabbit and Mrs Lavender the snail were almost to be expected from an English country garden, but then there was a dragon…called Denis (although probably not the subject of the Blondie song.) Whether the dragon was related to Ivor the Engine’s Idris are unsubstantiated rumours, but what I want to know was where James got his fame and money, and what he did in order to lose them both? Maybe he was the &lt;em&gt;Whiskas&lt;/em&gt; cat before he put on so much weight....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.80snostalgia.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.80snostalgia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114752986279857969?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114752986279857969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114752986279857969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114752986279857969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114752986279857969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/james-cat.html' title='James the Cat'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114752941479521344</id><published>2006-05-13T14:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:10:14.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Jackanory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/jackanory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/jackanory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;JACKANORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shown on: BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1965-96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you ask most parents who had young children while &lt;em&gt;Jackanory&lt;/em&gt; was running - and let’s face it, there are literally generations of them - you will rarely find a critical comment. &lt;em&gt;Jackanory&lt;/em&gt; was the kind of programme they felt perfectly safe about leaving their children with; it was educational, featured lots of wholesome, high quality personalities from different spheres of show business, made them feel good about themselves, and it also saved them the job of reading their children an afternoon story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But let’s face it, &lt;em&gt;Jackanory&lt;/em&gt; was dull. Deathly dull. Usually, I had just spent the best part of the day sitting quietly on the mat while a teacher read to me from &lt;em&gt;The Iron Man&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Fantastic Mr Fox&lt;/em&gt;, and I was also lucky enough to have two parents who read me lots of stories, so I had reached saturation point by 4.30pm. As you may have gathered, &lt;em&gt;Jackanory&lt;/em&gt; was simply a lone celebrity reading from a children’s book, usually serialised over five days, and with no gimmicks or extras. It was the perfect showcase for actors who were looking for a bit of low-effort exposure, and there would be absolutely nothing or nobody to upstage them. They were falling over themselves to be featured; stars such as Rik Mayall, Floella Benjamin, Willie Rushton, Dame Judi Dench, Michael Palin, Bernard Cribbins and Kathy Burke. In 1984, Prince Charles turned story-teller, reading his own book, &lt;em&gt;The Old Man of Lochnagar&lt;/em&gt;, while dressed in a kilt, on a wild, windy mountainside (all lesser mortals were studio-bound.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I for one was not impressed, and was surprised that the camera and sound men didn’t fall asleep themselves. I’m all for reading, especially with children, and &lt;em&gt;Jackanory&lt;/em&gt; was a worthy idea, but it was hijacked by publicity-hungry celebrities (especially those who couldn’t actually be at home to read to their kids) and suffered from far too much Roald Dahl in latter years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisionheaven.co.uk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.televisionheaven.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114752941479521344?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114752941479521344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114752941479521344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114752941479521344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114752941479521344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/jackanory.html' title='Jackanory'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114743937079429531</id><published>2006-05-12T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:12:06.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Ivor the Engine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Ivor%20Engine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Ivor%20Engine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IVOR THE ENGINE    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Smallfilms&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV, then BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1959-63 and then 1976-7 (and repeats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. A giant of a nation. Where else could give us Tom Jones, Bonnie Tyler, Shakin’ Stevens, &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Shirley Bassey, plus leeks, endless jokes about sheep and inbreeding, and long, unpronounceable place names? And where else could Oliver Postgate and Peter Firmin choose to set this likeable, if low-key, yarn about a country railway? Somewhere “in the top left-hand corner of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;” was the Merioneth and Llantisily Rail Traction Co. Ltd, the owners of Ivor the Engine, a lumbering vintage green train which served the people at Llaniog Station. &lt;i style=""&gt;Ivor the Engine&lt;/i&gt; was full of folk who seemed only to have one name, and who were consequently distinguished by their professions: Jones the Steam, (Ivor’s faithful driver), Dai the Station master, Owen the Signal, and Williams the Head Office (was he the &lt;i style=""&gt;entire&lt;/i&gt; Head Office?). Just when you thought the Welsh stereotypes couldn’t get any more extreme, they branched out into the village, where you could find Evans the Song, the choirmaster of the Grumbly and District Choral Society; Hughes the Gasworks, and Mrs Griffiths, the chair of the Antiquarian Society. There was also a donkey called Bluebell in there somewhere…but no sheep. But what made Ivor magical and raised him from the sprawling masses of working engines was the source of his steam-power. He was powered by the fire-breathing of the local Welsh dragon, Idris, who was stowed in the furnace, and who was a lot cheaper than hiring a couple of men to stoke the thing every five minutes. With &lt;i style=""&gt;Ivor the Engine, &lt;/i&gt;Smallfilms paved the way for other animators, who also created gentle adventures out of village life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;such as &lt;i style=""&gt;Pigeon Street&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Postman Pat&lt;/i&gt; and, later on, another Welsh Wonder, &lt;i style=""&gt;Fireman Sam&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.smallfilms.co.uk for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114743937079429531?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114743937079429531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114743937079429531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114743937079429531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114743937079429531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/ivor-engine.html' title='Ivor the Engine'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114743890186276778</id><published>2006-05-12T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:04:07.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspector Gadget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Inspector%20Gadget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Inspector%20Gadget.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;INSPECTOR GADGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: D.I.C.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: ITV?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1983 onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone remembers the opening titles to &lt;i style=""&gt;Inspector Gadget&lt;/i&gt;, with the titular sleuth climbing out of a manhole and demonstrating his vast arsenal of implements, to the theme music chant of “Go, Gadget, go!” It was the novelty of Gadget’s endless supply of ingenious appendages that kids thought was so fantastic - just as well this was sufficient distraction, because Gadget himself was a useless detective. The story went that he was once an ordinary human being, but one day he slipped on a banana skin and did himself a nasty injury - so instead of prescribing bed-rest and some Ibuprofen, the surgeons decided on the rather extreme option of putting him back together with gadgets, such as extendible limbs, and a set of helicopter blades folded into his hat. Just hope he was consulted first. Gadget’s boss was just known as Chief, and he was always blowing himself up with the self-destructing letters (although no-one offered to turn &lt;i style=""&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; into a cyborg); and his great enemy was Dr Claw, with his over-fed cat (maybe Claw’s first name was Henry…?), and the self-explanatory MAD agency. Gadget may have been an ineffectual cop, but his cases were resolved thanks to his know-all niece, Penny, with her proto-laptop, and his faithful dog, Brain, who always came off worst in any skirmish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114743890186276778?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114743890186276778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114743890186276778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114743890186276778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114743890186276778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/inspector-gadget.html' title='Inspector Gadget'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114743864860491915</id><published>2006-05-12T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-12T12:58:09.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Henry's Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Henry%27s%20Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Henry%27s%20Cat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HENRY'S CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Bob Godfrey    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1983 onwards&lt;br /&gt;Theme tune: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“He knows everything about nothing/And not too much about that/Hen-e-ry, Hen-er-y, you must know Hen-e-ry’s Cat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day at school, when I was eight,  we had to write about our favourite and worst TV programmes. My worst was &lt;i style=""&gt;Henry’s Cat&lt;/i&gt;. It frustrated and annoyed me. Bob Godfrey’s workshop had already made the acclaimed weird-fest, &lt;i style=""&gt;Roobarb and Custard&lt;/i&gt;, as well as &lt;i style=""&gt;Noah and Nelly&lt;/i&gt; in the seventies, but now he was running out of ideas. I was a practical child who liked rational explanations and straight-forward answers; so who the hell was Henry? Why did we never see him? Did he know what his flea-bitten moggy was getting up to? Well. Henry was a bright yellow cat, not too intelligent, who used to say “Owww” a lot. His best friend was the delightfully-named Chris Rabbit, blue in colour, but there was also Douglas Dog, Denise Duck, Ted Tortoise, Sammy Snail, Pansy Pig, Mosey Mouse and the exotic-sounding - but actually quite xenophobic when you think about it - Philippe Frog. Keeping law and order around the place, and doing a pretty below-par job of it, were Constable Bulldog and the cruel Farmer Giles. All kinds of wild escapades were embarked upon, with Henry locking paws with the world’s only intelligent sheep, Rum Baa Baa; but they usually turned out to be daydreams, and in fact the animals had spent all day lazing around the garden, which was also a common twist with the kids in &lt;i style=""&gt;Fame&lt;/i&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thanks to www.henryscat.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114743864860491915?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114743864860491915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114743864860491915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114743864860491915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114743864860491915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/henrys-cat.html' title='Henry&apos;s Cat'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114734271746361152</id><published>2006-05-11T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:19:10.813Z</updated><title type='text'>He-Man and the Masters of the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/He-Man.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/320/He-Man.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: Filmation&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years shown: 1982 onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Toy company Mattel came up with the ultimate marketing ploy for their new line of action figures - turn them into TV stars, of course. They invested huge amounts of money in 65 episodes of this, one of the crappiest, most shoddily-made cartoons ever to be a blight on our TV screens. Prince Adam of Eternia, an interesting mix of ludicrous muscles, a girly blond bob, and a pink waistcoat, led a double life. He held his sword aloft, cried out, “By the power of Greyskull!” and turned into He-Man, the self-confessed “most powerful man in the Universe”, who wore red underpants and criss-cross braces across his considerable chest. From this point on, it was all very boring because, obviously, the most powerful man - not to mention the most modest - cannot be beaten with any ease. Prince Adam also owned a cowardly green (?!) tiger, called Cringer (he obviously knew what kind of a series he was starring in), who had the ability to shed all fears and become Battlecat. As a consequence, thousands of eight year old boys around the country kidnap the neighbours’ tabby, try to stick a helmet on it, and throw it over the wall to see if it can leap across gorges. He-Man’s great adversary was Skeletor, some kind of mummy who was obviously very pissed off at having been disturbed from a lifelong slumber; he was actually quite grotesque, with rags hanging off him, but his impact was lessened by his pathetic cronies, such as Buzz-Off (a man in a bee outfit) and Whiplash, who was some kind of dragon with a deadly tail. But all He-Man had on his side, apart from the cat, was some kind of floating ghost in a purple robe, possibly called Orca, and someone with the very odd name of Man-at-Arms - let’s hope he never changed his job, or it really wouldn’t work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUARE EYES RATING: 1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Thanks to www.tellytunes.com for the borrowed pic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26403026-114734271746361152?l=squareeyeskids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/feeds/114734271746361152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26403026&amp;postID=114734271746361152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114734271746361152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26403026/posts/default/114734271746361152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squareeyeskids.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-man-and-masters-of-universe.html' title='He-Man and the Masters of the Universe'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01772794639746736863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26403026.post-114734233769884577</id><published>2006-05-11T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:12:42.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Hart Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/1600/Tony%20Hart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5827/778/200/Tony%20Hart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HART BEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by: BBC&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shown on: BBC1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years shown: 1984-93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There aren’t too many real English gentlemen left, but Tony Hart is one of them, complete with his pressed shirts and cravats. None of that bohemian lifestyle for this most polite and decorous of artists. Hart had previously presented &lt;i style=""&gt;Vision On&lt;/i&gt; (originally aimed at a deaf audience) and &lt;i style=""&gt;Take Hart&lt;/i&gt;, but &lt;i style=""&gt;Hart Beat&lt;/i&gt; was his project for the eighties, and this time around he had ‘helpers’, art school graduates, including the frightfully posh Margot (whom he once referred to as Mongo, or so my friend and I believed.) Tony Hart is a genius, no doubt about it; he would set about painting something, which for eighty per cent of the time looked like a bunch of casually and haphazardly drawn lines and swishes. But when he finished, it would be a perfect simulation of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; skyline at night. Brilliant. The only problem was that however much encouragement he gave, and despite his insistence that anyone could recreate it, children could never hope to produce anything even in the same stratosphere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of the staples of &lt;i style=""&gt;Hart Beat&lt;/i&gt; was the gallery, pictures which bore the name and age of the child who had sent it in (“Sorry, we can’t return your pictures”) My brother and I, too lazy and unimaginative to send something in ourselves, found it great fun to criticise the achievements before us, along the lines of, “Crap…okay for a six year old…all right…crap…what is that supposed to be?…crap…good, I suppose….that’s made out of old leaves…crap…” Tony, however, was far more exuberant and less derogatory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But the part that everyone was waiting for was Morph, created by Peter Lord (of Aardman Animation, home also of Nick Park.) Morph was a little man made of brown plasticine, who, as his name suggests, could metamorphose into anything he liked. He was joined, later on, by his ‘cousin’ Chas, made of white plasticine this time; Chas was the gruff, more cynical of the pair, and always tried to put one over on naïve Morph. Poor Tony Hart was also being upstaged by these pieces of modelling material.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One very vivid memory I have of&lt;i style=""&gt; Hart Beat&lt;/i&gt; was a show about optical illusions in art and, using the magic of television, Tony threw down a circle of black sugar paper, and then jumped into it, as though it were a hole in the floor. This terrified me, but I wanted to know whether it was really possible, and it took me days to pluck up the courage to put the piece of black
