My mate Dave brought something over yesterday that made me do a proper double-take. Picture this: I'm halfway through explaining why my CRT still has a place in 2024 (something about integer scaling and input lag), when he plops down this sleek little collection disc. "Check it out,"…

You know what's funny? I was elbow-deep in my spare parts drawer last Tuesday, hunting for a replacement fuse, when I caught sight of my old N64 power brick sitting there like a grey plastic tombstone. Thing weighs more than some modern laptops, doesn't it? That got me…

Last night I was digging through a dusty box in the spare room—you know, the one that's been sealed since we moved house three years ago—and I found my old Sega cartridge collection. Thirty-odd games stacked like plastic dominoes, each one carrying enough memories to power a Mega…

Walking into my local indie game shop last weekend, I spotted something that made my heart skip a beat—a pristine copy of Moonwalker for the Mega Drive, complete with that distinctive silver spine and Michael Jackson's unmistakable silhouette. The asking price was steep enough to make my wallet…