We’ve just got back home after having an absolutely brilliant time at my parents annual Christmas party. A chance to catch up with my brothers and sisters, now parents themselves, extended families and ever growing nieces and nephews all sky high on Christmas candy and excitement. The children are now at an age where video games have been discovered and todays conversation between themselves has been all vita, ds, xbox and playstation….and I have no idea what they’re talking about. I find this all rather odd and am suddenly feeling that little bit out of touch….and old.
It’s just so weird, I grew up with this stuff. From pumping coins into Asteroids cabinets, typing my first program into a BBC micro, unboxing my first Commodore 64, producing my first ray-traced picture on an Amiga, installing my first CD-ROM drive and queuing up for a Playstation (one) at launch.
I am a classically trained joystick junkie.
I guess it’s all down to dwindling interest since the Sega Dreamcast, the last console I brought and I haven’t really stayed in touch with modern systems and I honestly couldn’t tell you the difference between Call of Breed and Assassins Duties. You see, even that sounds like something an old person would say to get ‘down with the kids’. Oh so old!
Maybe I should get me one of these xbox ones’ or PS4? Although both don’t seem to be as open as I’d like my gaming experience to be after listening to my nephews. Locked if the internet is down? pay extra to unlock content I thought I’d brought? What do you mean, I won’t be able to play a game I’ve borrowed from you?
Or have I got the wrong end of the stick?
And how many flipping buttons are there on those pads…oh wait my leg is now a joystick?
Thankfully my brothers, sensing my confusion brought me back into the world of 8-bits with a jolly nice conversation about Jet Set Willy. I fear I’m not the only old (old) school gamer here.