Nostalgic notions, sentimental sighings, wistful wonderings, rueful reflections, poignant ponderings & yearnings for yesteryear! (With a few profound perplexities & puzzling paradoxes thrown in as well.)
As predicted, my 'anonymous' stalker has tried to leave yet another comment. The fact that I never address whatever he's bleating on about should have given him a clue by now that I don't even read them before deletion. Yet still he perseveres. I can confidently predict he'll be wasting his time again before too long. Say what you like, loser - you're talking to yourself.
Oh what a star you are, thanks for that kid, it brings back some very nice memories - I recall a bit of "weight" to that toy van and even as a kid thinking it was well worth the money my mum and dad must have paid for it - strangely although this is one of my more vivid memories from childhood I don't recall the logo on the side of the front doors - Now I need to get that van again it looks better than I remember (think this may have sparked a new hobby ) - McScotty
Careful, McScotty - that 'new hobby' has gripped me for about 30 years now. There's always something else to acquire.
Dang, that is kinda cool. It would would be a handsome addition to my mantel, along with the batmobile model and the two empty beer cans. I'm starting to wonder what happened to my toy cars from the 70's when I was a kid. I'm gonna have to ask Ma about that. Thanks a lot for putting a bee in my bonnet. M.P.
And again I was right. Another unread, deleted comment, another waste of time and effort. I call the tune, you dance. You can't tear himself away from my every word. Dance, puppet, dance. Did you read all of that? Of course you did. YOUR comments die at your end - for nobody but you ever gets to read them. You are impotent in every respect. Story of your life I bet. Go on - send me another comment I can ignore.******And another one deleted unread - Next!******Next! (x2)******At my beck and call. Next!******You're still dancing I see - I'm still winning.******And another one down. Next!******And another one. Next!******Dance on!
Seeing that van for the first time in decades triggered two memories. The first was Patrick Troughton and Yeti in the underground. The other was Cadbury's Mini Eggs. I bet I was playing with this toy when "The Web of Fear" was on tv. Since it ended in March 1968, when I was still 4 yrs old, maybe there was an early Easter launch for said confectionery?
That's some memory, Dougie. Cadbury's launched their mimi-eggs in 1967 and they usually go on sale around Easter. I have an idea that I may also have had one of these vans (probably acquired in a jumble sale) because the cameraman figure seems extremely familiar. No particular memory associated with them 'though.
Post a Comment