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Recently one Sunday morning I ran an organised half-marathon around Wimbledon common and they had giant Wombles about to cheer the place up except they weren’t cheering anyone up. They were rain-soaked and bedraggled, and generally looked like they had a Womble-version of myxomatosis. One of them only one eye. A mate a bit younger than me asked me what’s with the giant squirrels. At first I felt pity, they had a homeless feel about them but when one of them appeared mid-race deep in the interior of the woods it made me think more of banjos, buggery, and Deliverance than innocent 70s kids TV. From day one I saw them as an uncomfortable South West London version of the far superior and more advanced Clangers and meeting them in the flesh (or the fur) reminded me I wasn’t the biggest fan. Singing Ringing Tree on the other hand is the nuts.
Womble Road in San Diego brings back memories of the classic series every time I visit 'America's Finest City' from LA. (On Point Loma, just by Liberty Station).
The Magic Roundabout and the catchphrase 'time for bed' another winner.
I’ll admit it. My dad worked out that way and he used to take us to Wimbledon Common so we could look for them.
I used to live only a couple of miles from wimbledon common and it was a great place to spend the summer holidays exploring there.I was too old to think they were real people though,but it might be good to bring them back to teach todays kids to put their rubbish in the bin rather than on the floor.
Ahh, the strange mind of Mike Batt. Never liked the Wombles but The Hunting of the Snark was fun. Being the genius of Lewis Carroll it would be. Rediscovered it after three decades just a few weeks ago.
I can never explain to anyone younger than me how there were loads of these Euro kids' TV shows on in the 70s, mainly in the holidays.
Some were great - I loved The Flashing Blade. Somehow all of them had a weirdness about them due to the foreign-ness that was vaguely psychedelic. I completely get why the band called themselves Belle and Sebastian and the theme tune to White Horses still gives me a great waft of nostalgia (though the actual series was definitely one for girls who liked ponies)
I also have this strong memory of some East European show with these kid fantasising about eating loads of cherries - "kilos and kilos of cherries" - which pops into my head like an ear worm any time I hear kilograms referred to as "kilos".
Recently one Sunday morning I ran an organised half-marathon around Wimbledon common and they had giant Wombles about to cheer the place up except they weren’t cheering anyone up. They were rain-soaked and bedraggled, and generally looked like they had a Womble-version of myxomatosis. One of them only one eye. A mate a bit younger than me asked me what’s with the giant squirrels. At first I felt pity, they had a homeless feel about them but when one of them appeared mid-race deep in the interior of the woods it made me think more of banjos, buggery, and Deliverance than innocent 70s kids TV. From day one I saw them as an uncomfortable South West London version of the far superior and more advanced Clangers and meeting them in the flesh (or the fur) reminded me I wasn’t the biggest fan. Singing Ringing Tree on the other hand is the nuts.
I was in Kiev a few years ago, and around Maidan Square there were people hanging around in really bad DIY Bugs Bunny/Mickey Mouse/Pluto outfits, just sort of loitering, but I think the idea was that you could have your picture taken with them in exchange for a few bob. But no-one was. It was all very low energy and wasn’t really channeling the whole Disneyland vibe. Heartbreaking stuff. Been thinking about those people a lot with developments over the past few years in Ukraine. Hope they’re doing okay.
QPRXTC - I was getting a towel out of my mum’s airing cupboard the other week and I spotted the Wombles sheets and pillow cases that one of my brothers and me had back in the 1970’s. do you want me to see if they’re going spare? The sheets aren’t fitted and they’re for a single bed.
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