
“I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass… and I’m all out of bubblegum.” Like Rowdy Roddy Piper, wrestler turned actor (wasn’t a huge transition, granted), I may be all out of bubblegum, but I’m certainly not out of bubblegum wrappers and packaging, especially those jaw-troublers that came wrapped in mini-album covers.




They really are cool little collectables and I really should have more: I frequently see sets or part-sets on eBay (going for some tidy sums of money, as it happens) but, y’know, I get a little cautious when buying forty-year-old foodstuffs.
I’m not cautious about reminiscing, however, and, damn, I can almost taste the powdery gloop of half-chewed bubblegum record that resulted in a clicking jaw and a small piece of memorabilia for music- and pop-culture-obsessed kid like myself. I’m not sure which long-lost local shop I bought the things in, though… and that bugs me.

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