I'm still reading Oliver Postgate's autobiography, Seeing Things (did I mention this upthread?). I picked it off Butterfly's shelves about a year ago, found it difficult to get into, and put down for months. I gave it another go a while back, but didn't get an awful lot further. I'm ashamed to say that it was Oliver's sad death recently that spurred me to get into it.
He has an interesting writing style that reflects the diversity of his interests over the years. There are major turning points, but he doesn't seem to recognise them as such (possibly wilfully).
He goes from describing the hilarious events of his conscientious objection, to how he 'discovered' the worlds of the Pogles, Noggin, the Clangers and Bagpuss, to covering the shocking death of his parents, and the severe illnesses of both himself and his wife. It's like wandering through a pleasant summer meadow and stepping suddenly into quicksand. Really affecting, but some of it is very difficult reading. Difficult in a good way, but difficult nonetheless.