Bizarrely, and completely separately, somehow plugged into the same direct feed from above as Gong were back then - in my opinion. Radio Hats to receive transmissions, visits from Flying Teapots, the re-cycling of the Iron Chicken and Tiny Clanger playing The Music of the Spheres on a blow-fruit organ with the heavenly bodies.

I have no idea what Oliver Postgate and Peter Firmin, the makers of the Clangers, were on when they made these stop animation films of the adventures of the pink, long-nosed knitted little creatures in the late 60's and early 70's - the odd pint of mild and some Ovaltine at bedtime probably. All I can think is they can't possibly make Ovaltine like they used to.

British "Garden shed" production at it's finest. Tiny Clanger may well be a divinity, although she probably doesn't realise it.