Latest weekly Insing column is "mrbrown and the Yoyo"
My son, Isaac, recently bugged me for a yoyo. Usually, I can brush him off but he turns six in a few days time so I felt a need to get him a present he'd like.
What I didn't realise was that yoyos are not what they used to be. I remember my first yoyo - a red yoyo I had bought from the auntie who drove us the school bus to take us to school.
In those days, my private school bus operator would supplement her income by selling snacks and toys to the kids she ferried. The area at the front of the bus was like a fully stocked store. You could buy sour plums, potato chips and satay sticks of unknown preserved meat. I loved that mystery satay. We used to call it Rat Meat Satay because nobody knew what the sticky yellow strips of meat were made of.
In addition to all this, Bus Auntie sold yoyos. (cont'd)