From Hamish Blake’s dad jokes to colourful brick masterpieces, the best thing about Nine’s Sunday-night offering is that it’s nice
Like so many other households across the world, mine has a little resident who’s absolutely bonkers for the Danish bricks. A late-night stroll through our lounge room – also known as “Lego land” to our son – with the lights off is to take life into your hands. One false move and you’ve either knocked over Batman’s secret underground lair (“Muuuuuuum, you broke his special baddie catcher!”), or scored a tiny pair of binoculars wedged between your toes. It’s a minefield. And it really bloody hurts.
It’s not my son’s fault that he’s forced to live in a tiny two-bedroom house and thus build his fantastical worlds slap-bang in the middle of our living space. But Lego looms so large in our home that of course we would sit down to watch a show entirely dedicated to watching people build amazing stuff with the bricks that litter the carpet at our feet.
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