I don’t know about you, but I think the internet is outrageously useful for pursuing and perusing the objects of nostalgia. I love finding emulators of video games I used to play, searching for tv programmes, cartoons, and films I used to watch, generally mincing down the memory-superhighway. [what the fuck is a superhighway anyway? have you ever seen one? I haven't even heard of one, except as a metaphor].

Finding this stuff brings back memories really sharply, like catching a whiff of a distinctive smell of an old home or haunt or else.

Anyhow, whilst browsing Youtube the other night I was disgusted to find this abasement of a treasured institution of many of our childhoods, which actually made me weep like an orphaned lamb.

Although on second thoughts, a lot of eighties stuff for kids was pretty disturbing without any modern day fiddling:

Chockadoobey-doo