Thursday, 7 November 2013
Before I became the bitter gamer of later years, I did a stint as a child, playing pretty normal childhood games.
It has to be noted however, that the games I played were coloured by the TV adventures of Dr Who, and the Tomorrow People. Like many of my generation, I would watch from behind the sofa, clutching my sparking ray gun as the good Doctor battled the assorted alien races intent on the destruction of the universe. It is of course a proven fact - to children at least - that the average sofa provides a barrier impervious to anything short of an all out nuclear assault. No monster can ever hope to penetrate its protective field.
Similarly, my wardrobe contained a wide selection of dressing-up costumes including two space suits several camouflage outfits, a cowboy costume and many more. Indeed, I could have probably beaten the Village People to the number one chart slot with a little effort! True, I wasn’t musically gifted, but since when has that mattered just so long as the band looked good?
Space suits were my weakness. In the same way that a well crafted handbag may make even the most rational woman weep tears of joy, so it was for me when I saw one of these costumes in a shop window. I recall that I had one with a fishbowl shaped helmet and NASA badges and another with a cloth and plastic ‘bag’ which at the age of five, had conspired with the assistance of an afternoon nap and concrete step, to cause me to cut my palm wide open, resulting in a scar that I still have today. I wonder if the doctor who removed the stitches incorrectly and caused the wound to re-open is still practicing?
Ah... simpler times.