Coming to Pokemon Stadium at age 40 was like walking into a conversation everyone else had been having for twenty years. I’d missed the whole Pokemon craze when it first hit – was too busy working construction, raising my daughter, generally being an adult when all this pocket…

Right, let me set the scene properly here. It’s 1991, I’m twelve years old, and I’m standing in Argos clutching a crumpled catalog page with the Mega Drive circled in red biro. I’d been saving up for months – paper round money, birthday cash from my nan, the…

I spent fifteen years in IT management understanding that recommendations need to be practical, not just theoretical. “Best” is meaningless without context. The best retro console for someone wanting to collect is different from the best for someone wanting to play. The best for someone on a budget…

My mate Steve turned up at my fifteenth birthday party in ’96 with this knowing smirk and a Mega Drive cartridge hidden in his jacket pocket like he was smuggling state secrets. “Right, forget whatever else you’ve got planned,” he announced, which was exactly what you wanted to…