"What's that?" I enquired, ripping out the serial link from the back of his machine and snatching back my Gravis gamepad from his desk. It was all going perfectly, and then he goes and buys a bloody Mega Drive. I'd even let him win at Sensi (I was using the keyboard) and take a few frags off me playing DeathMatch. SimCity saw him phoning home to the wife with the excuse that he was 'snowed under', when really he was trying to work out how to pipe water in from a reservoir the other side of a mountain. We'd just got two new pcs in the office (everyone else had Amstrads and were suitably jealous), and I was introducing him to the delights of Doom, SimCity, Sensible Soccer et al in an attempt to lure him away from his nephew's snes. His face fell instantly i when he saw my look of disgust.
Way Back when (I can't remember how long, but it must be at least a couple of years because Ipswich were still in the Premier League), a colleague called Tony rushed into the office in a state of great excitement, with a large Argos carrier bag tucked under his arm.īefore I could construct a sentence using the words 'cheap' and 'tacky', he'd pulled out a Mega Drive and a copy of FIFA Soccer.
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