Memory Lane Part 27: The Transmetropolitan Teenage Gamer In The Cold War Era. Parte The Seconde
But, in Liverpool, was the Golden Temple, the Taj Mahal, the Melnibone of the North for gamers - the actual (cue echoing voice) GAMES OF LIVERPOOOOOOOL! There was, back then more to life than what later became the Lead Triangle, with the exception of Tabletop Games, which I will not have a bad word said about because the irascible Bob Connor, was another of those Gentleman Gamers we just don't see anymore. Many a kid left his store with a few more models than they thought they could afford, but by god he was grumpy, and the shop was a passive smoker's wet dream. Ah me... But back to the Big Sleazy that was Liverpool. Games Of Liverpool, took a monthly full page advert in White Dwarf, and boy did they cram it full of stuff. They used such a small font, that you needed a magnifying glass to read the advert. But it was worth it. They stocked stuff that even the Sheffield GW, which before the great purging, was so full of games that it took about a week of day...