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For a long while, nowhere near me did, certainly not in the village nor the main town nearby. They never sold PC-compatible software that I recall. Martin’s newsagent didn’t keep up with the times. However, it only had a green monochrome display (which, to be fair, I also had with my Amstrad), and a text-only video card! There was also no sound card either, just a beeper. It was quite the upgrade from the Amstrad CPC-464. It came with a single 5.25' floppy drive and (as I recall) a 10MB hard disk. In 1988, I moved to a ‘proper’ computer - an Epson Equity 8088-based PC I acquired from a local company going out of business. If not, you might need a few attempts, hold your breath, sacrifice a chicken in a pentagram, and sit like a statue for ten minutes. If you were lucky, it worked immediately. Sometimes, a new tape would necessitate a little fettling of the cassette head azimuth. I’d have plenty of time to read all the cassette inlays twice and deliberate which game I’d play first, if I had more than one. The bus ride home from town would be like moving in slow motion.

More often than not I’d come away with one ‘premium’ game at £7.99, or a couple of low-budget games on the Mastertronic label for £1.99 or $2.99 each. On a Saturday morning, my pocket money would burn a hole in my pocket as I rotated the carousel of limited selections at the back of Martin’s. They sold books, newspapers, stationery, confectionery, records, tapes, and a small selection of computer games. The leading vendor was a newsagent called “Martin’s”. I had to travel to the nearest town to get games for my 8-bit microcomputers. Software availability in Mytchett was non-existent. I sold each one to fund the next upgrade.

I had a Sinclair ZX81, various Sinclair Spectrums, and an Amstrad CPC-464. There were so many niche little 8-bit microcomputers vying to be top dog.

While I grew up in the 1980s, the UK home computer scene was burgeoning. On a slightly lighter note, the late, great comedian Jeremy Hardy grew up there, calling it a “Suburb of the M3” (motorway), and “A village so small, you could buy baked beans individually.” Local shops It’s not famous for much other than “housing” Rudolf Hess, who was held there for a while during the Second World War. I grew up (and still live near) a small village in the UK called Mytchett. A more lighthearted story will follow tomorrow, I promise. This is the second in a row after a moan about my cellphone. Feel free to skip this blog if you’re triggered by “Old man yells at cloud” or “Grandpa tells us about his childhood” style posts.

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