Bagpuss RIP

Bagpuss creator Oliver Postgate has died aged 83, his family has confirmed.

So long Oliver Postgate

Creator of the saggy old cloth cat curator.

Pondering puss and his peculiar friends

Making up the memories of my happy childhood.

Mice of the mouse organ, we will fix it

Professor Yaffle, Madeleine, mediating mother.

Yawning feline always at the centre

Baggy, and a bit loose at the seams.

But we loved him.

Normal blog services will resume, just as soon as we move on Friday. Then I'll probably spend a few days trying to find the pc. Then a few days just recovering from the move. Chances are I'll be silent till January. The blogosphere sighs in relief, I know.

Bagpuss RIP

Bagpuss creator Oliver Postgate has died aged 83, his family has confirmed.

So long Oliver Postgate

Creator of the saggy old cloth cat curator.

Pondering puss and his peculiar friends

Making up the memories of my happy childhood.

Mice of the mouse organ, we will fix it

Professor Yaffle, Madeleine, mediating mother.

Yawning feline always at the centre

Baggy, and a bit loose at the seams.

But we loved him.

Normal blog services will resume, just as soon as we move on Friday. Then I'll probably spend a few days trying to find the pc. Then a few days just recovering from the move. Chances are I'll be silent till January. The blogosphere sighs in relief, I know.

Let me eat cake...

Jeez, was I whingy last post.

Don't worry, I won't get all pondery today.

Anyway, had a nice Sunday. Family (sorta) gathered for our annual lynching of persons of colour... Goodness, no, sorry, we gathered for our K(ris) K(indle), not KKK - so easy to get confused when we gets together - family does rather feel like a group of people bound together by hatred... Ah, ha, ha. I'm so funny. Apologies to any family members who happen to be reading this :) I loveeeeee you alllllllllll. And don't forget vouchers, vouchers, vouchers.

Well, yet again I noticed that I ate twice as much as everyone else. I think my excuses for my over indulgence in food are wearing thin. Or should that be wearing fat? Ah, well. Maybe in the new year I'll do something about it... (note I am not saying which new year.... 2020 anyone? By then they'll have to cut a hole in the wall of the house to get me out. I could have my own documentary on Discovery Freak Show.)

On that chirpy note I'll fly.

Ta-ra!

Let me eat cake...

Jeez, was I whingy last post.

Don't worry, I won't get all pondery today.

Anyway, had a nice Sunday. Family (sorta) gathered for our annual lynching of persons of colour... Goodness, no, sorry, we gathered for our K(ris) K(indle), not KKK - so easy to get confused when we gets together - family does rather feel like a group of people bound together by hatred... Ah, ha, ha. I'm so funny. Apologies to any family members who happen to be reading this :) I loveeeeee you alllllllllll. And don't forget vouchers, vouchers, vouchers.

Well, yet again I noticed that I ate twice as much as everyone else. I think my excuses for my over indulgence in food are wearing thin. Or should that be wearing fat? Ah, well. Maybe in the new year I'll do something about it... (note I am not saying which new year.... 2020 anyone? By then they'll have to cut a hole in the wall of the house to get me out. I could have my own documentary on Discovery Freak Show.)

On that chirpy note I'll fly.

Ta-ra!