Honey, I’m home.
Yes, after battling with chest infection for three weeks, closely followed by a shoulder that went into one long spasm, my January has been so much fun.
Still the one advantage is I was able to stick to dry January with the aid of some fine antibiotics – and some vintage Valium, which gets to muscles in a lovely fluffy way.
So has there anything big going on? Enda was in Newstalk today. The man made a beeline to me and shook my hand. He knows class when he sees it. The water protest drips on and on, with the great democrat Paul Murphy seeing no problems in crowds calling our president nasty names. A beacon of hope is our Paul.
But at least it’s International LEGO Day. Now that is worth celebrating.
Long before certain Scandinavian retail outlets marched us all in the same direction as we pretended to know how to construct flat-packed furniture, there was LEGO. I ain’t talking about the all-singing, all-dancing, everything is awesome LEGO, oh no.
I’m talking about the good old fashioned red and white bricks. The grey foundations and the funny red roofing blocks. Oh, those were the days.
As I was the youngest of six, the amount of LEGO was humongous. If memory serves me well, it was stored in a Marlboro cigarette-carton box. Yes, a box for holding cartons of Marlboro Red... god only knows where it came from.
Anyway, I’d maul the Marlboro open, pulling out blocks and building loads of houses, barns, sky-scrapers... you name it.
I was growing out of LEGO when they started introducing the mini-figures, the opposable men and wig-wearing men that passed for women. These LEGO people could sit in cars or tractors... or push wheelchairs.
Ah. There was none then. No mini-figure made for a wheelchair. There are still none now. So far. As I was researching today, I found a tweet promoting this site, and the LEGO models they’re trying to bring to the master builders.
[LEGO Ideas]
Brilliant!
For the day that’s in it, let’s celebrate International LEGO Day by liking the idea and making sure LEGO takes it up.
