In the mid-1960s, it wasn’t just X-ray spectacles and Sea Monkeys you could get from comics you know. Oh no. As a kid you were able to badger your parents into buying you your very own polaris submarine! Yowza! Imagine that, at age seven you could declare yourself a rogue state and go patrolling the ocean bottoms threatening all and sundry with nuclear annihilation. What kid hasn’t dreamt of that, eh?

Controls that work and rockets that fire. Well one would expect no less, surely. And an electrically lit instrument panel — surely this thing must’ve been the Rolls Royce of kids’ toys. But, really, what self-respecting young boy is gonna take girl along with him as he plots armageddon?

I’m kinda hoping that the UK spent considerably more than six bucks ninety-five on its Trident nuclear deterrent. Sadly, however, I suspect we didn’t get a money-back guarantee…