Used to buy these from the newsagent. Fucking loved them. The “newsagent”. Remember that word.
Fucking loved these bastards, mate.
Fantastic “convince Nan to get you one as well as a sweetie when you’re staying at hers” fodder.
I loved putting the little plastic bit on its nose and I bet you did as well
God damn right I did (although I often found they flew better without the plastic nose…)
lasted about 25 minutes but what a 25 minutes
“He scored so many goals!”
“They flew so well!”
What I wouldn’t give to go down Forbuoys for a 50p mix right now.
Never saw these before until about a year ago, now they’re always in party bags my kids get.
I raise you these overly aggy bastards
These gliders on the other hand were a major part of my life. Pocket money often went on two of these and a lemon Sparkle ice lolly from the shop on the estate. This and the other thread really convincing me I am a boomer.
Remember the name, News Agent!
Day by day this forum edges closer towards becoming one of those ‘who remembers…’ Facebook groups, and I for one am absolutely here for it
Loved those little planes, loved those little army fellows with the parachutes, tried to combine the two several times with ultimately disappointing results
I went through a phase of being obsessed with paper aeroplanes. There was a website where some fella had documented all the different types with instructions for all the folds. I could never work out how to fold the one he described as the ultimate because the background was white and for about ten years I mistook the background as part of the paper. True story.
Don’t you DARE question the sanctity of the polystyrene aeroplane build
This is ringing a very distant bell
Had to repaint a ceiling three times in our house because one of the kids stuck one of these cunts on it and left a mark