Friday, January 14, 2005

Brickshelf Gallery

Brickshelf Gallery

Oh, god.

Soud Proust and his biscuits. I've literally just had the smell of my parent's livingroom carpet tiles waft in to my nostrils. A complete hallucination, of course, but triggered by seeing the lego I grew up with. None of that Bionicles shit... proper lego that just couldn't wait to embed itself in your parent's bare feet.

These are just burnt into my memory. I can look at them and say 'oh, that was the one you could get for free with weetabix... and that one was the first to have the bendy pipes...'

I feel a trip to Kingston coming on...

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