There was a charm to them certainly - as you'll see, they were often hand-drawn and the hyperbole was fairly muted - and they also carry with them a lovely sense of innocence - though maybe that's me reflecting back on talk of stamped, addressed envelopes, postal orders and things costing pennies.
Here are a few, I hope they spark some memories for you...
|through the 70s
I had the Grand Prix one (long since lost to the sands of time), though I recently picked up a replacement at my friend Joe's Vintage Toy Shop in Leicester. Dude was intrigued by it, I showed him how it was played and he was hooked for the evening.
"Do you need to get petrol, Dad?"
"I will at some point, yes."
"Can we keep going until we see a National Garage then...?"During the late 70s, this was certainly a ritual in our car and, I imagine, loads more - if you bought fuel from National, you either got a car sticker ("no, we're not sticking Smurfs all over the car...") or a little blue figure and they were a big deal then (even though some came with the attendant rumour that lead-based paint was used on them). The National chain, part of BP since 1957, was phased out through the 80s. You can still buy Smurfs.
It Tapes Tapes!The little copyright act notice would have been much better served, I think, with the cool Home Taping Is Killing Music! logo you got on the inner sleeve of most LPs in those days. I explained to Dude that this was a portable cassette player when I was a teen - he knew what a cassette was (he's a cool kid) but laughed at the idea of it being portable. So cruel. Also, I'm still not sure why Amstrad thought we'd be swayed by Terry Venables.
If you're interested, more of my Nostalgic For My Childhood posts can be found here