It was 1982. Alongside hazy memories of Aston Villa winning the European Cup, my Dad bought us a new toy called a Commodore 64 and Come on Eileen played all the time on the radio.

There was a little thing called the Falkland War going on and for a while there my 5-year-old self caught a glimpse of how awful the world could be. However on the 15th of June that year a wonderful thing happened, my little brother was born! And Argentina surrendered!! Happy Days.

These days me and my little brother spend our evenings travelling imaginary worlds with friends we've never met, bringing peace to those who deserve it and oblivion for the same!