Chigley (1969) is the third and final stop-motion children's television series in Gordon Murray's Trumptonshire sequence. Production details are identical to Camberwick Green.
As in Camberwick Green and Trumpton, the action centres on a small community, in this case the fictitious village or hamlet of Chigley, near Camberwick Green in Trumptonshire. Chigley is more of an industrial area, and according to Gordon Murray, the three communities are at the corners of an equilateral triangle. The names of the places in the series have been based on real villages in East Sussex: Camberwick Green from Wivelsfield Green, Trumpton from Plumpton and Chigley from Chailey. A digitally restored version of the series from the rediscovered original film masters emerged in 2012.
Unlike Trumpton, Chigley includes many guest appearances by characters from the previous two series, including Windy Miller of Camberwick Green and the Trumpton fire brigade, complete with their famous roll-call. This was at least partly for economic reasons, as it allowed the established characters' theme songs to be re-used, thus saving money on recording.
(Dicky Barrett/Joe Gittleman/Bosstones)
Down the street, around the corner,
over the bridge, that dirty water,
College campus, mighty minds
A reactor right behind
Passed the candy factory, Salvation Army, fire station
Through the square, I hate that place Up the stairs
Next the doors, they never work I never let that bother me
I hope some worker's not disgruntled
I hope there's something there for me
An old man reads the paper loudly everyday now for a year
Stamp machines and wanted posters here again,
again I'm here
737 almost everyday
Nice to know that someone hears us
It's good to know somebody's there
Takin the time to say hello
Taking the time to show you care
Write again and thanks again
From the bottom of my heart See you soon and till then
737 is a real big part
737 almost everyday
Shoe glue
What can I do? A man's not well dressed
if his shoes are a mess Rock and Roll
I've got a hole
Right in my sole
Let's rock!
It's fucking my walk
And soaking my sock
Who knew?
It's not stopping my step or stepping my stop
We've got it up and we won't let it drop
Beer here,
Don't wanna see clear
I see a point in wrecking the joint
We're here to quench our thirst a bit
But we won't get the worst of it
Turn it up more than a notch
Like a punch to the face or a kick to the crotch
All night never ending benefiting from a bender
If nothing's worrying you that's the key
'cause nothing's worrying me
And nothing's worrying mem