FINEST FRENCH export since Pasteurisation. Roll call: lank-haired sausage dog, Dougal, with penchant for sugar lumps; his mate Florence; perma-nodding snail mate Brian; deranged, be-hatted, flower-chewing, 360-degree-headed cow thing Ermintrude; lazy bastard hippy rabbit Dylan; hurdy-gurdy mastermind and keeper of the titular ’bout Mr. Rusty; terrifying train The Train; demented cyclist Mr McHenry; and of course, spring-loaded Cuban revolutionary and bedtime mentioner Zebedee. All lived on a bit of white paper with primary coloured flowers (monochrome in the 60s episode) and the occasional cuboid lying about. Crowning glory was ERIC THOMPSON’s narration, which he made up on the spot in a BBC cupboard to accompany the entirely mute French visuals. Whole country, apparently, would stop to watch at teatime, including Mr Wilson.