grumpyf1

Video game archaeologists are a thing now, apparently. So when did the future become the past? Apart from all the other reasons (aches and pains, not understanding what a ‘One Direction’ is, inner-ear hair growth etc.) it’s another sure sign I’m getting old. This particular history lesson is a warning from a time when video games consoles had just been hewn from the rawest of plastic, and squash consumption left you with orange glass-marks either side of your mouth for the rest of the day. In a time before video had finished off the radio star, the late 70s saw the thrilling arrival of interactive games (of any shape imaginable, but only if it was made up of squares) you could play on your television, as long as your Mum wasn’t watching The Generation Game, and it wasn’t past your bedtime. And you could afford it. And you hadn’t been sent to bed early for smacking your little brother round the head with a Monopoly board. Again. What with VHS recording and the digital watch...