Mon Oct 10, 2005 2:32 am by .Tawakalna
not the Sullivans, that was ITV, set around and during WW2. there was another series on BBC (kids show) about this huge family in this rambling house in the Blue Mountains, the dad was some British colonel of the 19th century, he'd takewn his tribe to live there, the eldest girl was a bit of a rebel (she ended up dying when the baby nearly got killed by a tree) - probably before your time. can't remember what it was called. it was a bit like a kids version of The Thorn Birds or The Flame Trees of Thika.
Esq - something had to fill up those hours on a Sunday morning and during holidays when there weren't even home-grown or Yankee shows to go round. the BBC tried Czech and Polish cartoons like Worker Robot v Capitalist Robot, and Carry On Down The Collective Farm, and there was even an effort with French Saturday matinee mini-series, which you usually joined at ep 26 when Ahmed was about to be abducted in the baddie's Citroen van that he'd stowed away in after running away from the pirates who'd kidnapped him from his uncle's melon farm. However such determined efforts to break away from the pattern of filling dead time with antipodean culture failed, Skippy had already blazed a trail for cheesey down-under plots. Many a happy hour was spent by British children trying to the train the dog to come heel by blowing through a privet leaf and saying "g'day" "cobber" "sport" "Skeep" although it tended not to work when you called your mum "Sheila". We did however have our own *down-under* show in the form of the legendary Tingha & Tucker and *Auntie* Jean Morton - this was however religious propoaganda in the form of children's entertainment. Recently I discovered that Tingha converted to Islam and is now known as Yussef al-Tinga, whereas Tucker fell into a drink and drugs hell and has been in rehab for years now. Auntie Jean ran off with someone we know all too well.
at least Lassie got reincarnated. Skippy got stuffed. You know they made her (because she was a she, not a he as the porog would have you believe) talk via eleastic bands wrapped round her muzzle and tongue.