Ah, the good old Strymple 10, now there was a robot to rely on.
I consider making the fictitious Strymple 10 the subject of today’s blog and reject the idea. I love robots, but they aren’t to everybody’s taste. I do take time to search out an old picture of one of my wind-up robots though; one of what I laughing call my collection, although I only have four – I was sure that there were more once.
My plastic red robot seems like a good candidate for the Strymple 10 and my head fills with exciting thoughts of starting a proper collection. In a flash I’m on e-bay checking out what’s for sale; some really desirable copies from
and a few nice originals. Japan
In ten minutes I clocked up 160 quid in ‘buy nows’, I didn’t buy though. Well, I don’t have that much disposable income and where would I keep them?
“You know you’d find somewhere...” That tempting voice inside my head whispers, and he’s right; I would. I’d find somewhere and I’d get real pleasure winding them up, watching them walk across the kitchen table, playing robots. Will I never grow up?
I decide that I might put a few silly bids on some e-bay robots. See what I get. But it isn’t really a decision, just another ‘could’. I still might though; find one that appeals and bid a quid, taking care I’m not stung with the P and P, and knowing that later – when I can get online – that’s just what I’ll do. I’m like that - a bit sad.
“Please prove that you’re not a robot?”
How about I prove that I am?