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Sunday, 3 September 2017
I'M FEELING BLUE AND SEEING RED - MY BOOMERANG DIDN'T COME BACK...
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My dad brought a boomerang . Threw it. If hit a tree and vanished into the underbrush never to be seen again
ReplyDeleteThat's not a boomerang, PS - it's a stick.
ReplyDeleteI've no idea what it was called, but around 1984-85ish, I owned a plastic wheel about 1.5 inches across that fitted into a small piece of plastic held in the thumb and forefinger that had a bit of elastic stretched across it. You put the wheel in and held it in place with a finger then released it and it would glide for a far old distance.
ReplyDeleteOne day I decided to see how far up it would go- it flew up into the air then curved gracefully around and landed in the gutter on the roof of a two-storey building at my primary school. At the time, I realised I wasn't getting the wheel back, but I remember wondering to myself about its eventual fate - would it lie on the roof for decades before being found by some futuristic archeologist? More likely that it blew back off the roof or wound up in a bag of damp leaves the next time the school had the gutters cleaned.
As I say, I can't remember if this aerodynamic novelty had a name, but they were sold loose in the newsagents and came with a postage stamp sized bag of sweets sellotaped to them - the sweets were actually multicoloured balls not much bigger than hundreds-and-thousands.
Two questions for you or your learned readers, Kid;
1- Does anyone know what those flying disc things were called (or even does anyone else remember them?)
and
2- What's the singular of hundreds-and-thousands? (This has genuinely puzzled me for decades)
In the mid-'80s, I was in my mid-20s, DS, so such things would probably have escaped my notice - which it obviously did as it doesn't ring any bells with me. As for the singular of hundreds-and-thousands, how about one hundred thousand?
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