A Latter Day Bloon Bottle

When l went to visit my mother today she took out a shoebox full of old photographs from under the bed.  She told me she had found a picture of me, aged three, I'd never seen before. Just aftercthat came the era of laying with my Mecanno and talking in my sleep.  Dreading the belt for smoking Mrs Smith's pipe.  Singeing my eyebrows when trying to make gunpowder with my chemistry set.  It's all coming into focus again.  Wondering when dongles would be invented.
It all happened at a Jumble Sale; l was only 14.  Seeing my cousin in the Observer's Book of Puppets was a turning point.  To get me into Blip he had to pull a few strings.

Iain@creel is away on his hols, Walter Ego.