Yes, I’m well aware that it’s Monday night, but I was going to write about this yesterday only my internet cut out halfway though.
So while I’m abandoning my old Sunday-Ways, I have kept up some of my traditions, such as reading The Sunday Tribune, which began during my Sundays in Londis where I was allowed read the papers for free on my break. Recently my bestest-of-buds began writing for the paper, so I have even more reason to read it, and although that has nothing to do with my story, i still want to boast on her behalf (her name is Lyndsay ‘Business Babe’ McGregor).
So anyway, I was reading my favourite Tribune writer’s weekly column (Patrick Freyne makes everything funny and amazing) and in his Freyne’s World section he was talking about Bod!
I loved Bod …him and his 2D shinanagans ….his catchy theme music and his simple friends like PC Copper and Aunt Flo (not a great name, and not one I understood back then either!) ….and lets not forget the way the characters’ legs just disappeared inside their bodies to indicate they were walking.
And so Bod, I raise my glass to you ….you are da man ….