Like most people my age I watched Play School when I was a kid. I mainly remember that it was dull, had soft toys, oddly shaped windows, and a catchy theme tune.
An article in an issue of the Listener of 1982 features the host.
It seems strange that I have no memory of this man, because based on this photo alone he appears to be fairly memorable. He was Barry Dorking, and he had theatrical training…
Well, if you insist, but in my opinion there are a lot sillier things to be than a wicker basket.
The writer of the article notes that Play School is calmer than “frenetic buzz-slap-kapow style of Sesame Street.” I was more of a sucker for the buzz-splap-kapow style as it turned out. A while ago I was looking at the Listener from 1973 and Sesame Street was being discussed as a new and displeasing trend in television called “children’s television”. Opinion among educational braniacs in New Zealand decided that children’s TV was a bad thing because it was passive and children could only learn by being active. Thankfully educational experts are ignored as a matter of routine. I myself watched countless hours of TV growing up and aside from an overwhelming desire to sit on couches doing nothing but stuffing my face with crap, and a very short attention span, there has been no major psychological damage to me (that cannot be treated with harmless sedatives).