Well, Joe brought it up again, so blame him!:lol:
Marco.
P.S Did I tell you I hate royal (no, I won't capitalise *that* word) family gossip?
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Faced with a day like that, your average fourteen year old would just stay in bed.
Yeah, I used to do a bit of that, using BASIC. I have fond memories of entering lengthy programs into my VIC-20, in the hope it would result in being able to play a good game, typing 'Run', and then getting error messages, which I had to fix before the program (and game) would work!
Great satisfaction though, when you managed to fix the problem, however usually only resulting in access to some very clunky basic game with shite graphics, which used about 2k of memory:eyebrows: My mate was really good though (more of a geek) and knew much more than me about computers, so he could usually fix any problems that I couldn't. Fun times!
As a kid/teenager, I'd had access to some form of 'music system' in my bedroom since I was about 10.
At first, it was a 'Dansette'-type record player, then a mono tape player, then a 'posh' ghetto blaster, then a Sanyo music centre, culminating in my first proper hi-fi separates system [Ariston RD11S T/T, with a Sondex amp and a pair of Mission standmounts] in 1982, when I was 16 and had started earning some money from working in my dad's chippy. Now the sound *that* system produced was the envy of my friends!;)
Aside from that, in the earlier days, I'd have friends round playing Subbuteo or Scalextric, or I'd be round doing the same at theirs, and when I was 15, I has a CB radio in my bedroom - and what a giggle that was, I can tell you, especially using it to meet girls!!:eek::D
Heck, even when it was raining, that wouldn't stop us from playing football......
I wasn't so glued to the box mate, as you were.
Marco.
I quite often did mine on the bus to school... It was a good 35-minute journey, so there was usually enough time to 'cobble together' some bollox!:eyebrows:
Marco.
Lol... The point is, they shouldn't make ignorant assumptions as to what their 'target audience' is. If I want, *I* should be able to watch a cookery programme, for example, without any mention of bloody royal weddings. Not everyone who watches such programmes will automatically be a fanboy of the royal family!
:exactly:
And when that other pompous YAWN FEST is on, I believe they call it 'Trooping of the Colour', it's all over both of the main BBC channels, for HOURS, as if the whole country is supposed to be glued to it!:doh:
What a load of pointless cock froth. I'd rather sit and fill 'Squeezy bottles' with my stagnant arse-gas.
Marco.
I didn't even have my own bedroom, let alone a 'music system'. First I shared a bedroom with my two older sisters, and was then moved into the box-room with my little brother. There was just about enough room for bunk beds, and for us to get into the beds (having checked a house for sale in the road, the room was 9'7 x 5'10). When I was about 14, my father got a car, and we had a garage built with a bedroom over the top, and we moved in there. It was roomier than the box-room, but colder and smelled of petrol. There was a family Dansette record player in the sitting room, and a large radio in a walnut case in the dining room, and those were the only sources of music in the house.