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Games shops were obviously the first port of call, Black & White looked tempting in EB, but perhaps I would buy it later.
Nearly bought the new Stereophonics album, and nearly bought the Spagetti Western trilogy on DVD as well.
With a few things on my mind to buy, I headed off for a lovely little games shop, which can be quite expensive, but you can get some really good deals in there too.
In I went... and went to look for the price of Black and White, to see if it was any cheaper. Not much. I had a voucher for EB as well, so it would be cheaper in there.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something in the corner of the shop.
The Gameboy section.
A Gameboy Advance. On a shelf.
Imported from Japan.
For sale.
I've been quite worried recently, because a lot of my dreams seem very real. The other day I woke up convinced that we were living in London.
The price of the Gameboy Advance was £100. I had that much.
They had F-Zero for sale as well.
Hang on.
I'm standing in a shop in Swansea, the same one that I accidently stole a processor from all those years back, some regulars may remember, and I have a Gameboy Advance in my hands.
Seconds later, it's in my pocket.
How lucky, is that?
Take a look at his Command and Conquer: Red Alert 2 review, he though it was a winner :-<
:P
What are you going to choose this time Grix? After Dark??
Grix, Grix
Pressed wrong key, u see
You just won gameaday.
I suppose this is a good day for you Grix, eh?
YES
I was building my first PC, and I didn't want to get anything wrong... so I went in, and asked if they could show me how to put a processor in, as I was worried about the pins.
They plonked it in a motherboard that I was purchasing, and I was suprised at the loud scratching and bending noises that the chip made when you placed the lever down.
"That's supposed to happen." He assured me.
I went for another look around, and he put the motherboard back in it's box. Finding nothing more to buy, I paid for the motherboard and walked out.
I nearly went back with it, after finding the processor still inside, but I was told it was "his mistake, not yours".
It took me over a year, perhaps two, before I could go back in.