His mother’s discovery of a “time capsule” toy car transports the grown-up Dr Kong back to his childhood.
MMY phone has begun to slow down. Badly. The battery is also haemorrhaging at an unstoppable, alarming rate, meaning that I rarely go anywhere untethered to a power cord, and live in constant anxiety at being punted back to the dark ages by a flashing red battery symbol. People have told me that deleting the gigabytes of accumulated detritus in my phone’s photography folder might salvage some life yet from the device, but I am loath to. Especially not after last Saturday, when I experienced the avalanche of intense, bittersweet emotions brought about by this strange, very human thing called nostalgia. My mum was clearing out the old apartment where I had spent my childhood years. Deep