The curious case of Emma Jones

Ever noticed that the best things are from your childhood? Lately, I feel like I'm ageing backwards and I find myself acting immature (where appropriate) and opting for OAProducts. Don't get me wrong, I love technology and the way it's progressing, I couldn't live without my laptop or my phone, but just because 150,000,000 of those round coins I lack have been spent researching it, doesn't mean it's better than it's pre-decessors. I'm not sure if it's my stubbornness toward change, a not so subtle attempt at holding on to my childhood or just my love for retro/vintage products, but it's happening and I'm embracing it.


                                                                          Blast from the past

BN's were released in May 2000 and boy were they yummy, from their crunchy exterior, to their chocolate/strawberry innards.

Slap bracelets! I remember constantly playing with these bad boys throughout primary school, there were millions of them everywhere and if you didn't have a slap bracelet, or maybe a yoyo, you were a no-body. Last year sometime, I went to a gig in Manchester and got given a slap bracelet by the promoters; it was like Christmas in slap-'round-my-wrist form. To people who don't have slap bracelets, I can understand the sheer annoyance of others constantly playing with them, but hey, they don't care because they have a slap bracelet!

Remember the pop man? Maybe it was a Merseyside thing, but, every Tuesday (I think) he used to pay us a visit on Gorsedale Road with our order of cream soda and orange soda. Nicely delivered in unlabeled glass bottles, which we had to return, the cream soda came in a retro green colour which made it all the more fun to drink. Now we have to drink it colourless, from standard shaped, plastic, two litre bottles - colourless because E numbers are now 'bad for you' - the health standard agencies ruin it for everybody! Bummer.

I LOVE LEGO. Need there be any more said? 

...well, I know Lego still exists, but old school Lego was the best. Even K'nex was awesome...but not quite Lego.

I like going into all those random gadget shops which often house retro products that have been forgotten about, I pretty much walk around the whole store playing with everything then leave purchase-less, making the majority of my visits totally pointless but uber fun and reminiscent non-the-less.


P & L
Voodle

The curious case of Emma Jones

Ever noticed that the best things are from your childhood? Lately, I feel like I'm ageing backwards and I find myself acting immature (where appropriate) and opting for OAProducts. Don't get me wrong, I love technology and the way it's progressing, I couldn't live without my laptop or my phone, but just because 150,000,000 of those round coins I lack have been spent researching it, doesn't mean it's better than it's pre-decessors. I'm not sure if it's my stubbornness toward change, a not so subtle attempt at holding on to my childhood or just my love for retro/vintage products, but it's happening and I'm embracing it.


Golden Oldies

Sweets these days are so fickle. Brands introduce new sweets all the time which get discontinued after a few months due to the fact that they are shit. Classics are just unbeatable. As of late, I've been pigging out with Tooty Frooties and it's been sheer glory. The Rowntree's creation was born in 1963 and I remember scoffing these bad boys when I was a child before they disappeared out of my life only to make a comeback this year reclaiming their spot in my heart but more-so my mouth. You can buy Tooty Frooties from ASDA and pretty much everywhere now. Full yum-factor, I'm actually going out to my car to collect the packet I left in there yesterday. Let the scoffing commence.

It was only a few weeks ago that I was in the company of a bearded amigo  talking about vintage treats in a reminiscent sort of fashion when he told me that, not only do ice cream Chewits still exist, but he was in possession of numerous packets. HURRAH. I am now in possession of one and a half packets and a huge Chewit filled grin.


During the whole time I was writing this blog entry I was trying to think of shit sweets and good sweets from recent times to write about and couldn't think of any and you know why?...because they've all been shit and shit is not very memorable. I just bloody love retro sweets.


P & L
Voodle

The curious case of Emma Jones

Ever noticed that the best things are from your childhood? Lately, I feel like I'm ageing backwards and I find myself acting immature (where appropriate) and opting for OAProducts. Don't get me wrong, I love technology and the way it's progressing, I couldn't live without my laptop or my phone, but just because 150,000,000 of those round coins I lack have been spent researching it, doesn't mean it's better than it's pre-decessors. I'm not sure if it's my stubbornness toward change, a not so subtle attempt at holding on to my childhood or just my love for retro/vintage products, but it's happening and I'm embracing it.

Digital (R)age...

The sophistication of digital cameras, in my opinion, is going too far and it's unnecessary. Personally, I don't see the point in spending a ridiculous amount of money on a camera just so I can focus on a road sign behind my friends head or stand at the South coast of Italy and give a Sicilian fellow a quick dental check with the zoom. Photography is about capturing a moment so you can look back and remember how you felt, yet with all these knobs, buttons and lenses to adjust, by the time you're ready to take the picture the moment has gone. So I've decided I'm ditching the digital and donning the disposable. I miss the anticipation of waiting for my photo's to be developed and the moments going through them for the first time with the characters involved in my chemically developed story, laughing like a pack of hyenas. Plus, I don't know about you, but when I'm drunk, I lose things easily... and often (I've already lost 4 dig-cams) and when you lose a digital camera, you don't only have to fork out another £100 for a replacement only to lose it again, you lose all of the stored pictures on it.
You know what really grinds my gears: people (mostly girls) these days seem to take pictures solely to upload onto their social network, proving that they were at an event, or to act as evidence of how 'totally bangin'' they looked that night; there's nothing more annoying than taking a picture then having bodies flocked around you looking at it saying "delete it, I look gross" - Well deleting it is not going to improve your looks is it?

GO DISPOSABLE!


P & L
Voodle