I have a confession to make. About my first love. When I was about 2 years old, my grandad bought me a Popeye soft toy. It had a soft body with a plastic face and arms and came complete with pipe, tattoos and plastic can of spinach - from first sight I was smitten and Popeye and I became inseparable. And, since no girl ever really forgets her first love, you can imagine my delight when I came across the following article from Slate, complete with video slide show containing original Popeye comics and cartoons: http://www.slate.com/id/2171216/?gt1=10346. At going on for 80 years of age (him, not me), he still looks pretty good...
http://www.slate.com/id/2171216/?gt1=10346. At going on for 80 years of age (him, not me), he still looks pretty good...