Top 100 Toys
Here's a list of what people voted as their most remembered toys. Now the list is far from exhaustive, it doesn't even include Teddy Ruxpin for goodness sake. Man I wanted on of those but I never got one. Looking at him now, he's kinda creepy so maybe it was a good thing. It doesn't include a toy Post Office either which was my absolute favourite toy. Ever.
I had quite a few of the toys in the list:
93. Rubik's Cube: I remember having on of these kicking around. My younger sister once announced she had solved it only to be busted by Ma who said "You changed the stickers didn't ya?"
87. Guess Who?: We recently got a celebrity edition of this from Smash Hits Magazine. Joy.
85. Bluebird Big Yellow Teapot: What a genius idea.
79. Viewmaster: My Nan bought us one of these from Hajj.
68. Perfection: A few weeks back someone at work brought this in. The factory manager was not happy with the amount of noise it created. I obviously didn't admit that the anticipation of the little pieces flying around still scares me a bit.
37. Cluedo: We had an incomplete version of this. I blame that for the reason I didn't know how to play it :/
31. Screwball Scramble: More noisy fun.
I remember really really wanting 52. Mr Frosty and 42. Cadbury’s Chocolate Machine. They will be mine, oh yes, they will be mine.
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Totally unrelated (well sort of) but does anyone remember Superted? And his wee pal Spotty? (was it?)
I loved that show!
I remember him!! Spotty was a wimp.
two words
SCREWBALL SCRAMBLE!
Still got mine in the attic
89 Walkie Talkies were essential, got through loads of them. Now, I have to sign a contract and pay monthly to use them :/
76 Tomytronics were awesome
Radio Control cars were/are amesome
65 My SPUD GUN story: I loved my spud gun and as a 13 year old on my way to pakistan, I stopped off at Qatar where I was searched by security. The security guard was suspicous of my spud gun and decided to call for assistance. I unsuccessfully tried to convey what it did, eventually I produced a potato from my jacket pocket and showed them, they were fine with it. Many years later it occurred to me that they didn't let me off for showing them what the gun did, they just felt pity for the kid who walked round with a stinking hole filled rotting potato in his jacket.
Aaaw, poor bubba, pat pat :/