Dipping my toes into the swimming pool of MISB collecting Now when this opportunity presented itself, well a thought occurred to me. Standing outside at the Asda Radcliffe pick up point, wind sweeping by, with some Warburton’s white rolls, a final battle jazz figure and a longarm deluxe figure in a plastic bag waiting for my mother and sister, both figures still MISB, I had a strangely sane, by my standards anyway, thought; What if, when I get home, instead of ripping them open, then and having jazz ambushed and then towed away by longarm, how about I keep them MISB and try to get why people keep them sealed away. Because, really, toys are the worst investment ever, besides investing in your favourite food. And with jazz packaged in robot mode, and longarm in tow truck mode, this is going to be my best opportunity for it. Oh, just spinning these boxes around to try and get a ‘super miracle angle’ I see that instead of quadtrilingualising (12 languages) the second poster/catalogue, the non US packaging just says ‘screw it’. And now word doesn’t accept my new word. Silly Americans and their products. Oh looks, America has been automatically capitalised. But still, I am getting away from the point. Jazz is just standing there, looking down into his cleavage and longarm is well, just sitting there, with his light bar smoothed back in a fashion typical of a balding 40 year olds effort to cover his bald spot. And to be honest, I can’t say much more. I am itching to open them, and well, while I was hoping to shed my distaste for MISB’ers and become neutral on the subject, this has only worsened it. Any thoughts?