IF YOUR local post office has been closed down lately, you might be interested to find out where the money supposedly saved has gone â€“ on Postman Patâ€™s helicopter, thatâ€™s where.
Yes, the big-nosed Greendale postie who never once stole a tenner from a childâ€™s birthday card and was seemingly content with the company of Jess, his black and white cat, and the occasional bunk-up with Mrs Goggins has suffered the fate of too many childrenâ€™s characters. Heâ€™s been â€˜updatedâ€™.
The new Pat, due on a TV screen near you around now, has had his little van replaced by a fleet of new vehicles including a helicopter, a â€˜stunt bikeâ€™ with a sidecar for Jess, a forklift truck, and a large eco-van, whatever one of those is. And alas, Greendale is no more, and Pat now patrols a new â€˜bustlingâ€™ town populated by a working mum, a Chinese shopkeeper and, inevitably, a wheelchair-user. It seems no programme is complete these days without the token cripple, even childrenâ€™s cartoons.
Some things just aren’t meant to be messed with, and one of those is the world of Greendale.
As I was waking up yesterday morning, still slightly tipsy, the television was turned on to this new abomination. I was not impressed, and nor was anybody else in the room. It would appear that nobody particularly likes their childhood memories being fucked with…
Bah. Change. Who needs it?