I’ve been a gamer pretty much as long as I can remember right from the Atari 2600, right through to your present day where Xbox 360s and PS3s hold pride of place in almost every house. (Even the Redknapps play them…) Most of those systems of the past 30 years take up the entire space under the spare bed and most of the loft space too much to the annoyance of the other half. However, as a child and teenager nothing in the home could come close to the experience of throwing countless 10 pences down the neck of an arcade machine. Whether it was tapping your finger ends to bloody stumps playing Hyper Sports (I was always shit at weight lifting), getting motion sickness on the hydraulic Power Drift, crying at just how hard Ghosts and Goblins was or dislocating your wrist trying to pull off Zangief’s Spinning Piledriver in Street Fighter II, the Arcades were the absolute mecca. Continue reading “Memories and MAME World Records”