When I was a kid, I used to run home every Wednesday night and dive in front of the TV, all set to watch an artist and a little plasticine stop-animation figure lark around on CBBC. In fact, I would sometimes vehemently refuse to eat tea until Morph’s wacky claymation antics were over. The artist in question was Tony Hart, the show was called Hartbeat, and I loved it.
As a result, I was sad to hear today of Tony’s passing, aged 83. He was a great entertainer, and even though to this day I still absolutely suck at anything remotely arts-and-craftsy I’ll always be thankful to him for showing me just how many things could be done with a cornflakes box.
Here’s to you, Tony.
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