A summary of Tech+Game
The BBC B Microcomputer. 32k. 32. Yup. Man that’s not much….RAM. This isn’t much you say. Back in the day, pre internet, before the alignment of the Planets and harmony ruled once again, this was the latest tech. My Father, Dr Malcom Keith Francis, PHD, bagged one straight away at considerable to no expense.
The BBC, the British Broadcasting Corporation, unless I’m mistaken, unless it’s a weird acronym that meant something else. Electron was I believe the precursor, if you will, to the BBC, never saw the A.
Yet…….what did the BBC stand for?
anyway. Early adopting Daddy got it and it was the best thing ever. It had mad games. Snooker. PAC Man. Snake. Asteroids. Even a fledgling Football Manager, where it was the World Cup and you could be Czechoslovakia, if you wanted.
Man I have rarely if ever seen a linesman this inept. Who’d be a linesman? Except perhaps a trainee linesman. Offside! Ref? Linesman?! My God…my god. This season…What Paul Pogba just did in The 50s ish at Highbury deserved a red card. All season long. It was a foul. It was! Ok ok so I’ve got money on Arsenal to Win. But only a tenner. Refs a bit…a little thirsty. Fuck me if United Aren’t cheating scum. I fucking hate United.
So we’ve won it. And I’m still disenfranchised to a considerable extent. But to be fair …. am getting superstitious man. Was watching on BT Sport, then LFC TV for radio and a little partisan commentary for once……..then I smoked green in my bedroom, legally. I don’t care who knows. Legal. BT Sport is good, the subtitles are better all of a sudden. That’s for the deaf. Suddenly the deaf, like my mum, Jenny, are all…I can see, and shit like that. Referee….ref…….come on reds. Lallana magnificent, Maniche