The Wombles
 Underground,
overground, wombling free . . .
The furry, long-nosed Wombles of
Wimbledon Common were England's foremost ecologists in the 1970s,
"making good use of the things that they find - things that
the everyday folk leave behind".
The incredibly devious
Wombles turned trash into useful items - well, useful to a Womble
at least.
Their burrow was wallpapered in discarded newspaper and there
was always some new contraption being conjured up and constructed
from discarded garbage.
Headed by Great Uncle Bulgaria, the Wombles were Tomsk,
Orinoco, Tobermory, Wellington, Bungo and their French housemaid
(ahem!) Mme. Cholet.
Great Uncle Bulgaria was very old indeed with fur that had
turned snow white with age. He could be rather strict at times but
had a kind heart and was very wise. The young Wombles thought he
knew absolutely everything and sometimes, he thought he did as
well.
Tobermory was Mr Fixit Womble. He made all kinds of remarkable
and useful gadgets out of the rubbish which the working Wombles
brought to him. Orinoco was certainly the fattest Womble in the
burrow, and frequently needed forty winks before he could get up
the energy to begin work.
Tomsk was the largest Womble and a
keep-fit freak who tried to get Orinoco to take more exercise but
without success. Wellington was the smallest and shyest Womble. He
wore spectacles and was rather absent minded (despite having
invented the Womble telephone).
 Based on the stories by Elisabeth Beresford, the five minute
Wombles tales were animated by Ivor Wood and whimsically narrated
by Bernard Cribbins.
Mike Batt performed the theme music which
became a hit in 1974 and led to a spate of other Wombling pop
pieces.
A feature film called Wombling Free was released in 1977,
and the busy little creatures were resurrected by ITV in 1990/1991
for two one-off stories.
In 1998 the Wombles were back again, with four new members to
the clan; Stepney (a cockney Womble), Obidos (a pan piper from
Brazil), Shanshi (from China) and the skateboarding Alderney.
New
technology (such as the Internet and Wom-faxes) now made life much
easier for the fluffy ecologists. But it's just not RIGHT, is it?!
Memo to the arrogant arsehole who thought it was a good idea to
dick around with a near-perfect formula: Change for change's sake
is never a good thing!
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