![]() ![]() This would take up all my free time for half a year. Early into my uni life, a lad called Rich who was also on my course and lived in the room opposite me had a PlayStation as well, and he let me borrow Tekken 3. When I was accepted into university, and despite my regular neglect of her, my girlfriend very kindly offered to let me take her PlayStation with me – she knew how much I adored it. There was also only one controller, so we couldn’t play together, and I was too awed by the console to even consider taking turns. ![]() Thankfully for her, the games collection she’d amassed was a bit shit, meaning there were only a couple of platformers and a few demo discs for me to ignore her with. I’d often just sit playing games while she tried to get me to talk about feelings, the latest metal bands, or how cool it was that her goth friend slept in a coffin. After learning she had a TV with a PlayStation in her room – as well as a “door is closed, don’t bother us” attitude towards supervision – I was, too. On the other hand, my girlfriend’s parents were much more relaxed about the things that teenagers inevitably got up to, so she was keen for me to visit her house instead. We shared similar tastes in music, and she seemed really cool, but my mum didn’t really care for her she’d watch us like a hawk whenever my girlfriend came round to our house. In the days and weeks after our initial spark, we met up a few times. She was in the year below me at sixth form – a drunken hook-up at the local sports club, where everyone we knew had their 18th birthdays – and this soon transformed into a casual relationship for several months before I started my new life in the East Midlands. I’d also started my first long-term relationship with a girl. However, I also remember that I spent those six months playing Tekken 3, and I’d do it all over again.ĭespite my teachers’ insistence that my lackadaisical attitude to school work would doom me to failure, I got the grades I needed to start a physics degree at Nottingham University. When I think about how I once dated a girl for six months longer than I should have – just because she let me take her PlayStation to university with me – I feel like a horrible person. Everyone has those moments from their past that, when remembered, make them wince. ![]()
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