The Flumps

I doubt many people will vote this comment as useful, but I just loved the Flumps! I was one of millions of wee kiddies that sat cross-legged with grins from ear to ear as Pootle and his pals entertained us. I was Pootle's biggest fan, loved his wiggle dance(!) and my mum even called me Pootle as a nickname!! (Unfortunately she did this till I was about 12!) Flumps rule!! Bring 'em back asap! (Wombles were nothing to the Flumps, nothing!)

Looking at the characters now in all their furry, spherical glory, brings back so much to me and genuinely makes me all warm and childlike again. They are one of the under-celebrated kids' TV programmes ever, and I find that quite sad. I'm sure there are so many grown up kids(!) now that would melt at the sight of the Flumps and utter those clichéd words, 'Oh blimey, I remember them!'. And so they should.

The Flumps was a "children's" drama series, concerning the lives of the Flump family - Posie, Perkin and Pootle, their father, mother and grandad. One of the most tear-jerking episodes concerned Pootle's consternation that the moon appeared to have fallen into a bucket of water. The moment when he realised that it was the reflection of moon in the water, was a heart-breaking piece of British television.

And the narrator, Gay Soper, sounded like she had a really bad cold, which really added to the tension of the whole piece.

A great British institution, along the lines of the Wombles.