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When was it now? Lemme see - late '60s perhaps, no later than 1970 while I was yet a primary school pupil. On the way back from the town centre, my family stopped at what was called 'the old Westwood shops' and popped into a newsagent's so my father could buy some tobacco for his pipe. Hanging high above the counter, affixed to a cord stretched between the top of the display cabinets on either side, I spied a Bugs Bunny toy and promptly bought it - or maybe 'twas my parents who made the purchase, can't quite recall.
It was known (and still is) as a Khoner's Jumpkin, and I spied one on eBay recently, still on its backing card, with an asking price of £150. Worry ye not, Crivvies, I opted for a far, far, far less expensive one without the backing card, as I only had a dim recollection of it, likely having disposed of the card almost immediately (or not long after getting home). To be honest, it's not much of a plaything, but in my constant quest to replace as many items from my childhood as I can, I just had to have it again - and now I do!
I didn't retain my original one for long, as, being rather limited in its playtime potential, I dismantled the toy and then put it back together again without the string, which, when pulled, had made Bugs' limbs go up and down as though he were jumping. If I recall correctly, I glued the arms and legs in place, transforming it into a 'static' item, with even less entertainment value than it had possessed before my adventurous administrations as to its function reduced it to not much more than an ornament as opposed to a toy.
There was also a Popeye one, I believe, though I don't think I've ever seen it, and it's more than likely there were others too. It's strange to think it's been around 58-60 years since I owned my original Bugs, but the immense span between then and now melted away once its replacement arrived at Castel Crivens to take up residence. Wish I had that length of time ahead of me to enjoy ownership, not just of Bugs, but also all my other 'clones' of childhood treasures, but I suppose I'll be lucky if I have half of that.
Lucky and grateful. So here's a slightly weird question for you all that's only just occurred to me; if you could pick a number of how many years you might have left in life, what would be the minimum you'd go for? Or would you rather not know when you were gonna go? Comments?
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I don't think I have ever seen this before. £150 for a version with backing card is surreal.
Oh that's a deep question on years left. Generally I wouldn't want to know, barring being diagnosed with a terminal illness , but if pushed I'd be happy for another 20 -22 years that would take me to 86-88. I suppose it depends if I had my health, mental facilities, sight and mobility in some form or not
Yeah, especially as I paid only a fraction of that for mine, McS. Don't get me wrong, I WOULD like the card, but not at that price. I've now got photos of it, so at least I know what it looks like.
The scarey thing is, when you think of a number at our advanced years, even 30 years - which seemed almost like an unimaginable length of time when we were teenagers - it somehow seems just so insignificant and inadequate. For me, the last 30 years have gone by in a flash, and the next 30 will probably seem only half as long. Not fair, is it?
Kid, in another 30 years you'd be 97 so an extra 30 years doesn't seem insignificant and inadequate to me. My parents died aged 71 and 77 and all my grandparents died in their 60s and 70s so I'm highly unlikely to receive a telegram from King William.
Well, CJ, time seems to go faster the older one gets, and the last 30 years have passed so quickly, it doesn't feel very long at all. Therefore, the next 30 years (if I have that) will go by even faster and, consequently, doesn't feel like any significant slice of time to me in the slightest - either now or - doubtless - at the end of it. Feels like only a butterfly's fart away that I was in my 30s.
Growing old is inevitable. Growing up is optional. The older you get the less time you have. The cyclops was given the power to see into the future, but all he could see was his own death.
That’s no way to live.
We all collect things that are personal/meaningful/important for the rush/pleasure/nostalgia of the item. Grab the time fish and don’t dwell on the future you can’t control.. Embracing the past in the now is as good a way to keep yourself sane as anything else.
I knew Death was waiting for me from around the age of 3 or 4. See my post 'Second Star To The Right...' for the details. Wise words from you, S. I try to live by them anyway, but it doesn't hurt to be reminded.
I've seen the first Christmas selection boxes on sale in Tesco but the festive merchandise is very sparse so far.
Do Mars still do selection boxes, CJ? I only seem to to have seen Cadbury's boxes over the last few years.
I'm not sure, Kid, but if I see a Mars selection box I'll let you know.
Good man, CJ. In fact, buy one and send it to me (at your expense).
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