So, was dragged into the Lego Store in Birmingham’s Bull Ring yesterday, but not by a bratty snotty little kid, no but by the boyfriend. We’d just grabbed some dinner at Nando’s (yum), and as we were walking out, he espied the Lego Store.
Him: “Its a Lego Store!!!”
Him: “We’re going in!!”
I’ve never seen him this excited about Lego before, so, in we went…
It was a magical grotto of Lego. Lego of all shapes and sizes. Lots of Lego kits. Harry Potter Lego, Medieval Knights Lego, Star Wars Lego, T-Rex Lego, and Lego marketed at little girls. Lego which was pink. Bright pink. Pink like this. The horror. But it got worse. There was Lego with sparkly bits in it. Its wrong! Lego used to be bright primary blues, greens, yellows, reds and black. And it was multi functional, and it didn’t matter whether you had dangly bits or not to play with it. Pink Lego, people.
But, it was a Lego Store. It was cool. And it had a wall at the back just filled with bins of lego pieces.