Drink? It is the year 1986... ...GCSEs are the new 'in-thing' among fashion-conscious teens. Almost everyone was doing it! ...The Phantom of the Opera opens in London, causing a young Gerard Butler to rub his hands in opportunistic glee... ...Diego Maradona uses the Hand Of God to win a football match, but controversially does not use his divine superpowers to take back the Falklands... ...and The Transformers introduces a little red guy to absolutely no fanfare whatsoever... God bless James Roberts, eh? More than Meets the Eye brought a lot of characters into sharp focus during his run, but none benefitted from this boost quite like Swerve (okay, Tailgate too). It's not that Swerve didn't have any characterisation before MTMTE hoved into view, but this was limited just to his toy bio and a brief write-up in the Marvel comics Universe anthology. He didn't appear in the comics themselves, and had only a minor cameo in Dreamwave's brief tenure, before IDW made him a minor star. And Swerve pretty much epitomises the Roberts attitude towards characters, in that he's just so painfully recognisable. Swerve was the guy who just wanted to be popular, that just wanted to be your mate, but tried so hard that he inevitably blew it. Not unpopular, not unpleasant at all, he was just always a bit much. Presumably that's why he wanted to open a pub so badly, so people would have a reason to come round and chat. But otherwise, we've all felt that way at some point in our lives, the need to fit in and the creeping terror that if you don't find a peer group soon, you'll be out in the cold for life. And if that's never been you, then it's definitely been someone you know. A bit heavy going for a guy whose main contribution in TF fiction before all that was getting stepped on by Trypticon. So this isn't the official Thrilling 30 edition of Swerve, who I'd have liked to get but quickly became less available than his 3rd party competitor, Maketoys Trashtalk, although this one did come with a hefty price tag and insisted on coming with his far less in-demand mould-mate Cogwheel, aka Gears. It's kind of a dick move that isn't uncommon among 3rd party companies. Sure, you need to use a mould at least twice to get your money's worth out of it, but the certain knowledge that one of the two uses would barely sell on its own means that it's gracelessly lumped in with the one people actually want to buy. A shame really, as Cogwheel is the far more attractive of the pair. Still, Trashtalk has oodles of personality, mostly thanks to that great big shit-eating grin on his face there. That's the look of a complete bellend that will happily drag you off to Vegas, get you drunk, spend all your money, get you married to a passing Uzbeki sailor and judge the success of the trip on the amount of likes he gets for his holiday snaps on Facebook. Only he's a robot. The pack comes with two guns to share between the two bots, but the My First Blaster accessory is a separate purchase for a rather hefty £12. Sure it looks great and it was a smashing time putting the kit together, but the fact that none of the accessories are compatible with standard 5mm hand-holes makes the whole enterprise feel rather grubby. The same goes with his drinks tray - Swerve and Gears can hold everything, sure, but what if you want Cyclonus to have a little sherry as a treat? It'll rattle around in his giant paw, that's what will happen. Still, with that cheeky grin, a marvellous ability to strike a pose and a surprisingly fun and compact alt mode, I can't complain too much. You can squeeze a WFC blast effect into the barrel of the MFB, and wedge the gun neatly onto the side of the car mode. And let's be honest, the traditional G1 design for Swerve isn't worth going back to, so the Roche/Milne modernisation is more than welcome. And I'm honestly struggling to think of a toy that has this much character. Anyone?