1976 and I'm still celebratity my birthdays in single figures, which probably pleases my mum as candles are an unnecessary expence, and as such, a bigger cake would have to be made to accomodate them. Only joking Mum, you made some great cakes, Aeroplanes, Tanks, Trains, there were amazing.
However, I'd just won, twenty five pounds on the Premium Bonds...TWENTY FIVE of the bloody things. I used to get twenty pence a week pocket money from my Grandad to buy a bag of stickies from the corner shop and now I can buy the world, a fleet of power boats, enough action men to create international battalions and brigades or some big pram wheels for my soap kart in my Grandads shed.
Instead, I caught the number four bus into town, ran into Argos and ordered the game from Airfix....Flightdeck. I ran upstairs when I got home, we shared a house you see and we lived in the top bit, the living room was the main bedroom - dining room and tv room. I rigged up my pride and joy to the top of the curtain rail and launched this Mcdonnell Phantom into the sky. Well, into my mums curtain rail but I was pretty excited. Then I landed this beuty in rough seas and cross winds first time.
I went to play with it the following day and there it was inside my toy box, tangled flight lines around Action men, lego blocks, Evil Knevils neck and dinky toys.
I went out to the garden and spent the afternoon sharpening twigs and spying on passers by through the old wooden gate.
Now Mousetrap......there's a game to get your blood boiling.