The school summer holidays; Forty plus days of no work and having time to catch up on lost sleep, half-read books and to get out exploring.
But despite being in the midst of a storm as I type, which has brought some much needed rain, for weeks the whole of the country has experienced soaring temperatures which has seen me retreat to a darkened room faster than a vampire evading a crispy death!
I don’t do hot.
So I’ve found myself (among other, cooling, lets-not-use-much-energy activities) returning to video games. I’ve always considered myself a gamer – not a proper one, with a multi-platform set-up, a swivel chair and my own Twitch channel. More that I’m someone who likes to dabble in different games, dip a toe in and move on to something else when I can’t conquer a level.
You know, like every other hobby I’ve ever had. 😉
As in ‘sixteen’. Derived from this little, leather-bound, battered book, found whilst clearing my granddad’s house.
The post’s title may be making reference to a rite of passage film from the 80s but my first confession would be that I’ve never seen it. But then I only saw Breakfast Club for the first time two years ago. Shush, don’t judge!
Anyway, I’m tangent-ing again…
So the book. It belonged to my Nana and I’d totally forgotten we had it, let alone that I had filled in more than one page myself.
The original entries date back to the 1940s – many contributors I have no knowledge of, other than they were people my Nana was in the ATS with during WW2.
Family members have made more than one contribution, decades apart and it’s interesting to see how their likes have changed as they aged (I don’t even remember Janna Jungle…but my favourite character in public life was Knight Rider. I was 8…)