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Soapbox features enable our individual writers and contributors to voice their opinions on hot topics and random stuff they’ve been chewing over. Today, Stuart thinks back on decades of trying to get into Pokémon, and his joy at finally coming in from the cold…
Back in the misty vales of 1999 and at the frankly silly age of 12, I must confess that I was into Pokémon. I have fond memories of the anime on CITV – a show which seemed so unusual and stylised to a complete anime virgin such as myself that it was, at times, no less than fascinating to behold. I bought magazines, books, toys. I even fashioned a Psyduck out of wood as part of a school project. I liked Pokémon, if you’ll forgive the invective, one hell of a lot. But I never had a Game Boy.
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