Sun 19 Jun 2011
When I Was a Kid…
Posted by anaglyph under Australiana, Nostalgia, True Fiction
[11] Comments
When I was a kid, the best possible present you could get for your birthday was an Iced Vovo. This morning, as coincidence would have it, I came across this photo of me taken on my third birthday with my Dad making all my birthday wishes come true. Of course, the Iced Vovo was a much more decent size back then, as I mentioned in the last post.
[NB: Iced Vovos were not actually this big. I have achieved this illusion through the use of digital photo manipulation software called ‘Photoshop’. Some of my designer friends use Photoshop every day in their work, so it’s unlikely they will fall for such hijinks, of course!]
Exactly how I remember them.
Aren’t you adorable?
Do you mean now, or in the photo?
I had to Google “Iced Vovo” to find out what you were on about, and I have learned something:
The Iced Vovo isn’t the cone on your head, after all.
Wikipedia states that your Vovo is similar to my Mikado, but believe me, they look nothing like! Mikados look like a teensy My Little Pony pillow covered in dandruff and nosebleed. I hate the things!
PS: Your dad’s gorgeous!
Hello Sive, and welcome to The Cow!
I imagine you saying all that in an Irish accent and it does make me feel a little weak at the knees. As a result, I wish I could lay claim to being as gorgeous as my Dad, but sadly he left me neither the looks nor the hair. Nor any money.
Ah fer feck’s sake. Feckit, just send me a dam feckin vovo! I’m not feckin interested in yer feckin bald patch, I want to see some real feckin vovos, in big feckin handfuls.
PS If you send me a vovo, I’ll send you one of my spare kittens.
Thank you for your kind offer of kittens Bob. While I can also imagine your missive in an Irish accent, it doesn’t quite have the same knee-weakening effect as Sive’s comment.
(PS – Perhaps you could spearhead a new campaign for the Iced Vovo using the slogan ‘Feed the World?’)
Fleeb the wurble.
Well, that’s what it feckin sounds like with yer feckin mouth full of fecking vovos.
Feckit.
You could take Bob’s spare kittens and do ShooTag experiments on them.
Tie ShooTags on some, tie Iced Vovos on the rest, and see which works best. I should think the vovos would win hands down.
Howdy Bono! Thanks for calling by. That Glastonbury palaver was a turn up for the books, eh?
As for your vovos/ShooTag idea, well, I can indeed see some merit in it. If you should attempt it, please send pictures. I should caution you, though, that the tri-vovo field is not something to be approached lightly…