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oliver edits some filmage in his old farm building

my early years were typified by mess and electronics and rice pudding and polish bread and oliver postgate, the man resposible for the clangers, for bagpuss and for a lot of beauty and whimsy amongst the grey bleakness that was ‘childhood’ for so many of us, his world’s weren’t actually that different from ours, even the clangers and their blue string pudding felt familiar, no, oliver’s strength was in the fact that he spoke to children as if a child himself, something we could all do with trying to emulate, read his auto biography, ’seeing things’, check his webbing i love you oliver, and i always will, there are loads of nice tributes at this peculiar site