Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Space race glace.

Look at those crazed moonshot mites! Freckled frenzy! I think Wall's were getting spanked by Lyons Maid's Zoom lolly around this time. I recall a lolly called something like 'Jelly Jet', icecream with jelly in it - like having your birthday party on a stick ( perhaps they gave away tennis balls with the wrappers ). I loved it all. You had to love the Russkis for landing motorised dustbins and woodlice on the moon. 40 foreign stamps is temptation enough: DDR, Magyar you're talking. Every single time the Soviets sent a satellite up they'd issue a stamp somewhere on the Bloc. Mate, you had to be there.

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