Soft and cuddly game

Each 9" Resoftables toy is made from approximately 3 recycled plastic bottles. Super soft and cuddly, Resoftables are the perfect gift for young children. Collect them all! Available NOW Walmart. Resoftables are super soft plush toys made entirely from recycled plastic bottles!

Kiki the Koala is so cuddly and cute! Fluffy and fuzzy with soft grey fur, Kiki loves hugs and kisses. Kiki has lots of cuddly friends - collect them all! Sugar the Rainbow Unicorn is your magical new friend!

Sugar has special rainbow fur and loves cuddly unicorn hugs! Sugar has lots of cuddly friends - collect them all! Sachi the Bunny is your beautiful, cuddly firend! There it was. Resentment and resignation mingled with a faint glimmer of hope. At least I might have …. At least there was a chance. I remember taking the leads in and out, too. I told myself this made a difference and I still believe it did. I think, if I recall correctly, that I also put my hand on the tape player, as if to reassure it, to try to prepare it to interpret the data correctly rather than producing that familiar yet thoroughly unwanted warble that I had been treated to continually over the preceding hours.

I pressed play. The signal was strong. The tape sounded as good as an original. The bars onscreen were solid as rock if rock was blue and red and projected on a cathode ray tube. I held onto my jubilation, however, as the battle was far from won.

I resisted the urge to push down on the lid of the tape caddy which was sometimes required to load certain games, but to do so mid-load was madness. I was panicking slightly. Could this tape redeem the day? Even if I was to control a moronic teddy bear or some recalcitrant baby and have no clue what was going on, heavens, it would at least be something! The loading screen appeared.

It did seem a strange name for a programmer to have but then these were the days of Frankie Goes to Hollywood. My mind raced. Could this game turn from saboteur to saviour? It loaded. I could not believe what I was seeing. On screen was an image that will never leave me. The image that stared back at me from the television was that of a lurid, blinking face, framed with what looked like grim pastiches of the cookie monster that appeared to be….

The face wore a spiked crown, or was it half a mantrap, the other half buried in its scalp? It had its lower left eyelid severed and its frenzied attempts to blink only ever resulted in half of the white being obscured. What torture had befallen this disembodied head? What joys lay beyond this screen? I sat in the front room, the dying grey winter light outside dulling my surroundings, my face illuminated, bathing in the joyous glow emanating from the television set. Could it be that I could actually cast myself in these fantastically grim environments that my young mind so longed to explore?

My mind reeled. This was beyond a game. This was a statement. It was a damning indictment of everything ring fenced and British. It was a pathway leading from the cosseted, predictable games of that period into something far more abstract and expressive. Something far more individual.