Great idea for a thread. As with Ed this has brought up lots of memories,,if you dont like wistful remeniscience dont read any further... :lol:
Imperial Nuts Toy memories
Now translated into 1.5 languages.
My main memory is of making do with imagination as my folks werent loaded and we lived in the country, far from stores,i never really had many starwars figures and fewer ships.
With foreign relatives from the states and Austrailia i got nice presents at birthdays so action force, and early gi-joe got in the mix.
Like most kids there were garden battles where i would dig a little trench, and due to the fact that i had a lot of time and built airfix , i had the patience to spend hours getting the look right ( i must have been a ****ing joy to hang out with), lollipop sticks for trench supports and bunkers (which may have claimed some toys).
But as we had a garden in a quiet village, my figures would often live out there for weeks all set up.
Indoors i built a styro foam death star from a washing machine packaging,, but it was white so i tried to paint it and my dad killed me as the only paint i could find that would stick was hammerite,, i used a whole tin.
At this time i realised the Bad guys always looked the coolest, and even buying action force , i always went for cobra over Joe,,(until they started making the shitty neon punk looking Dreadnoks which to me looked like cross-dressing mexican man hookers) and i had a few imperials too.
A crossdressing M.M.H.
Captain Rocking amazeballs himself
But anything could be turned into a scene a brown duvet was the deserts of tantooine,, a white duvet was Hoth and the one with crazy flowers,,,,,ehh the tescos carpark in Ballymun after 8 pills and a bottle of bacardi..you get the idea.
I always wanted the big ships, and they were always too expensive or sold out or just simply never made it to 1980's donkeytown Ireland.
I remember being in hospital to get my appendix removed and playing pong on a t.v. that smelled of pledge and it was covered in shitty vinyl wood effect,this was the first time i saw a video game , and it didnt really get them.
thats the TV,, thats it,, except i dont think it was colour??
But my mum said i was a brave boy, blah blah blah,, and she asked me if she could get me something to look foward to when i got out of the operation.
I said a millenium falcon,, she said "yes". As a 7 year old kid that really scared me, because if my broke mum was promising me a falcon the odds of me living through the operation must have been slim.
And true enough when i got out all falcons within a 50 mile radius were sold out.
only got one last week after a 27 year wait.
In the end she rolled my birthday and christmas present together into one and i got a,,,,,,,
Raliegh strika!!! It was **** then and is Still ****.
The saddle was so wide it would ****in sterilize a camel and the tyres so rough you would get piles,, in your mouth.
My dad is a carpenter so almost ever christmas i would get a hand made fort which was class for star wars battles,, but he couldnt knock out a death star hanger,, i showed him pictures, but he said "would i prefer something for the soldiers or knights as they dont have wood in space "
there was a phase of battle damaging everything, and some figures were given injuries and war wounds,, mostly the early gi-joe style action force.
then enammel airfix paint for the blood
i remember the day i pack them all away, i was 11 and hadnt played with them in a while, they were scattered accross a few boxes my brother had just been born and in our family that meant i moved out of the small room and into the big room so he could share with me.
Which meant toys like that would soon be eaten.
My dad gave me a plastic fishing box with separate compartments and put the figures and their weapons in spaces which were the right size for each.
Then i put them in my attic and picked up my skateboard and went outside for about 24 years.
