FP and I have the craziest of conversations sometimes.
Last night we spent around two hours on the phone talking about the Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles and how I had a crush on Raphael (the red one). He then listened to me as I sang (horriby out of tune) verse after verse of the song, but in French (Tortues ninjas tortues ninjas!) Here’s a question…did they shout Kallabunga or Kawabunga?
Next we were onto the subject of the Ghost Busters. ‘If there’s something strange, in the neighbourhood, who ya gonna call?! Ghost Busters!’ Classic!
I was up early this morning and switched on the t.v. for some background noise as I ate my Frosties (rather soggy but I still enjoyed them, thanks for asking).
The Teletubbies were on. Today told the story of how Po was chased by the vacuum around the living room, and yes, Tinky Winky is still sporting his oh so feminine handbag. La-la and Dipsy began throwing Tubbie Custard at the vacuum and they all fell down.
Now forgive me for showing my age, but what the hell happened to kid’s t.v.?? Why are our kids watching programmes that can only have been thought out by people heavily stoned?
The type of kid’s t.v. I watched in the good old days were so much better (oh my god, did I just say ‘the good old days’? I’m so old); the Care Bears, My Little Pony, Chip and Dale the Rescue Rangers, Fraggle Rock, He-man, She-ra, Thundercats…
*Nostalgia sets in*
And don’t get me started with kid’s modern day toys. I mean, why do little girls nowadays have to have a walking, talking Bratz doll who is programmed to say 130 different phrases about shoes? What was wrong with good old Tiny Tears who cried and urinated?
To share my nostalgia, for those who are from the same era...enjoy...