It saddens me when I look at the new Action Man, with his roller blades, stupid hairdo and a muscle bound physique, he would be no match to our friend opposite. Athletic build, crew cut and vacant wild starry eyes that dart from side to side (probably due to severe combat exhaustion).

The Action Man of my day was trained to kill and more than happy to do so. Our Action Man wasn't going to get on his mountain bike and do battle with Doctor X to save the rain forrest. No, he was going to bomb Nazi staff cars and gun down civilians from his scorpion tank.

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