EDIT:> READ ON FOR THE WORST ARTICLE I'VE EVER POSTED.
Yes, I'm bloody well going to do it. I'm going to make my first post in aaaagges almost completely irrelevant and potentially extremely embarrassing. The sort of feature that one might submit if he wishes to become a complete laughing stock amidst the automotive fraternity, and find himself lambasted, castigated, a social pariah with nowhere to turn to for redemption.
It doesn't even especially link to the unfeasibly awesome Tomy Turbo Cockpit featured in the above image, that I wanted so badly when I was 5 (er, and 25). It does, though, relate to the bridge between childhood and adulthood. You see, It turns out that, deep within the track listing of my (not especially good) Olympus M:Robe MP3 player, the one on which I store random music I've accumulated (but never wanted to buy on CD to listen to properly) to play in the car, I have a number of theme tunes to kids TV shows. Maybe I haven't grown up, or I somehow need them as some familiar link to my childhood?
Or maybe they're just brilliant tunes? You decide.
Or maybe they're just brilliant tunes? You decide.
