booring, so you lost interest, 21st century attention span kicked in eh?
cue broad Yorkshire accent:-
when I was a lad we spent whole months building model planes from bits of old rotten wood and litter, and they never worked, and we had scarred fingers and glue all over our clothes, and we only had one set of clothes, between the lot of us, why, I had to wait decades for them to invent the cassette player, just so I couldn't afford it properly, and waited even longer for pong, and if you could afford it, it broke down all the time, or burnt the score into your black and white tv screen, why, you kids today, don't know your born, soft you are, soft!
we would all huddle round our old orange crate, painted too look like a tv, and pretend an empty shoe box was the pong machine, one of us would keep score, the other would hold the empty torch case, and the youngest kids would get to make shadow bats and balls with their hands, it was even better when we could get a bit of candle to put in the torch case, kids today? soft they are, soft.
why? I saved up all year just too buy a bead for my abacus, and I didn't even have a abacus, but we where happier then, if we could have learnt to count, we would have known the value of things, but beads where expensive, and water soluble, and decomposed rapidly, and if you tell anyone how hard we had it, they don't believe a word of it , soft, they are , soft.....
(fyi.....humour...English...get used to it)
