Tangy MySpace

When I was a kid I used to be hooked on Lemon’n’Lime Tangy chew bars, purchased from the leisure centre vending machine for 5p each. Chewing a Tangy was somewhat like sucking down a cup full of sulphuric acid, but in a good way. 50p would buy 10 Tangy’s and I could happily sit and eat them all one after the other, and then deal with the inevitable stomach ache and dyed green tongue.

Fast forward half a life time and my tastes have certainly changed. The idea of eating even one Tangy now strikes fear into my heart and into my teeth. How did I ever eat these things, and enjoy them?

I have a similar feeling when I look at MySpace. If we’d had such a thing when I was a swaggering teenager I’d probably have loved it, but these days I recoil in horror from the garish, noisy, shoddily designed crassness of the whole thing. I spent the last hour looking for a resonably understated theme for MySpace, and then gave up with exasperation. Why bother. If I’m going to be forced to hang out in Mr Murdochs sweetshop then I’m taking my Tangy with me.

Damien’s MySpace Travesty of Taste

Published by Damien Walter

Writer and storyteller. Contributor to The Guardian, Independent, BBC, Wired, Buzzfeed and Aeon magazine. Special forces librarian (retired). Teaches the Rhetoric of Story to over 35,000 students worldwide.

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