I blotted work out of my mind during the Easter weekend. Instead, Friday was the annual Hyde Park disk chuck followed by bowling (where, despite exceptional playing on my part, Elfie beat me thanks to her fearsome squatting technique), Saturday was watching Da Lata at the Camden Jazz Café followed by dancing, and Sunday was sitting at home doing mostly nothing.

18-year-olds twenty years ago looked older than 28-year-olds do now. Fact. Just leaf through your nearest high-school yearbook from the 80s. Nigel linked this change to the advent of chlorinated tap water. But what about video games?