“MUM! THERE’S a gyppo on the telly!” Much mid-70s mirth was to be derived from this at-the-time preposterous sight of a tinker turning up on children’s TV, moreover one fulfilling all the stereotypes about travellers which you’d heard about/impersonated in the playground. Hence Kizzy, for it is she, spits and shouts and fights and doesn’t wash and doesn’t know how to use a toilet. When her travelling caravan (all the stereotypes were here!) burns down she has to go to school and naturally gets picked on. Then her horse dies. Then she gets nits (probably). Not the best way of tackling this kind of subject over beans on toast.