How can anyone not of heard of Makro? That place was the stuff of legend as a kid. Everyone knew someone whose dad had a Makro card, and everyone had been to Hamley's and played with all the toys
Hehe, that is so true, someone's dad having a Makro card was amazing, it was like they were a member of some exclusive club. It would be like...
Kev: Lads, Lads..come here..my dad's got a Makro card
Daz: Fuckin' 'ell! See if you can get us in .
Kev: I'll see what I can do but keep it under your hats ay.
When you went to Makro it was like Land of the giants, everything was enormous. There'd be tins of beans the size of oil drums, and tins of coffee that if you emptied the contents could house a family of four.They didn't have trolleys or baskets either, oh no, you'd get a massive sheet of wood the size of a football pitch on wheels.
We knew a lad that claimed to have played with every toy in Hamleys. We decided that if that was the case then he must have played with dolls so we flushed his head down the bog.
