Tuesday, December 09, 2008

A Sad Little Engine Whistles the Last Post


Pssst ga poo, psst ga poo, psst ga poo.

Oh look here comes Ivor the Engine with Jones the Steam on the footplate. But Ivor is approaching Merioneth station in a rather mournful way. Dai Station is standing on the platform with a black armband on.

A yawn is heard from the first carraiage. Followed by "Nyah, nyah, nyah. Would you mice make sure he stays awake can't have us all falling asleep just because he does."

"Oh yes, Professor Yaffle, " piped up little Charlie Mouse. As Madeline, Gabriel and the mice from the mouse organ all help a pink and white cat out unto the platform.

And who's this. Why it's Noggin the Nog who'd sailed into port just this morning, to catch this very sad journey. He's decided not the slay the soup dragon who was in the same carriage along with a collection of strange looking aliens from the moon who speak in whistles that are strangely comprehensible here on earth.

But why are all this people gathered here?

Oh the big oaken casket coming out of the guards van tells us why. Oliver Postgate their creator has passed away at the ripe old age of 83.

Thanks for a lifetime of glorious childhood, and beyond, memories.

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